Midnight circles, incense breath,
Ravens gather, hush of death.

Velvet hands that draw the veil,
Silver ash along the trail,
Mirror trembles, edges fray,
Sigils bloom and shadows sway.

I feel the spiral take its claim,
Bind my pulse and speak my name.

Dark ladies, throne of night,
Crown of eclipse, void-lit rite.
Call me closer, break the chain,
Make my chaos sing your reign.

Candles bow to whispered law,
Athame gleams like winter’s jaw,
Omen falls in flakes of glass,
Every vow a ringing brass.

Draw the circle, flood the room,
Bend the hush, undo the doom.

Dark ladies, throne of night,
Crown of eclipse, void-lit rite.
Call me closer, break the chain,
Make my chaos sing your reign.

Ash to mouth, a quiet chant,
Rift unfolds, the stars recant.
Take my fear and stitch it tight—
Wear it as your second light.

Dark ladies, throne of night,
Crown of eclipse, void-lit rite.
Call me closer, break the chain,
Make my chaos sing your reign.
Dark ladies, keep me bound,
In your covenant I’m found;
Through the shatter, through the pain,
I return and speak your name.

Veil descends; the candles lean.
Chaos sleeps—yet I’m your scene.

Dark ladies

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available — human or machine — as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

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