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“Tome of Stars” is a 100 sonnet journey, equal parts art, therapy journal, and exorcism, both a celebration and an elegy, a single narrative arc tracing the birth and death of a relationship. All poetry by Stargazer. The verse and accompanying synthetic art and music are public domain, CC0, with no restrictions on use. Nothing is monetized. See below for links on how to access the print, PDF, audio, ePub, video, and music files. 
Website: https://www.tomeofstars.net/

In the classical margam of bharatanatyam, the varnam is the recital’s centerpiece, its longest and most emotionally charged performance. In “Tome of Stars“, the varnam appears as the twenty-nine-poem section “Senescence”. Following the exaltation of Anthesis, the beloved as a celestial goddess, love now descends from the stars into the gravity of human frailty. 

This sonnet recounts a pivotal, emotionally charged episode from the poet’s shared past with his beloved: a clandestine evening visit to her dormitory, guitar in hand, during which he sang “Into the West“, the elegiac song from The Lord of the Rings films. The poem juxtaposes the solemn beauty of the moment with its underlying transgressions—its secrecy, its breach of boundaries. Drawing on Tolkien’s mythology, it frames their relationship through the lens of permanent wounding and unattainable healing, aligning their love with Frodo’s mortal suffering and the longing for a redemptive passage to Valinor.

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Lyrics

I crept the student hall’s fluorescent hum—
A crime in progress, yet my soul sang true.
Guitar slung ’cross my back and heart a drum—
The shrine ordained for me was always you.

The universe tipped sideways as I sighed
Within your doorway. Never should I leave!
Ten thousand days of life with you dreamed by,
Of simple hearth and home, a life we’d weave.

I played for you a song from Elder Years,
Of Mithlond, where the scarred seek Valinor.
Sobs wet your sculpted cheeks; you shook with tears.
Our pathos pled for salves from healing shores.

But passage was denied. Our doom would ring—
Sweet night, the last you’d ever hear me sing.

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Internet Archive
Book of sonnets:
https://archive.org/details/tome-of-stars/

Music:
Item 1, Anthesis: https://archive.org/details/Anthesis/
Item 2, Senescence: https://archive.org/details/senescence_tomeofstars
Item 3, Sporogenesis: https://archive.org/details/Sporogenesis_TomeOfStars/
Item 4, Anemochory: https://archive.org/details/Anemochory_TomeOfStars
Item 5, Quixotosis: https://archive.org/details/Quixotosis_TomeOfStars
Item 6, Scripture: https://archive.org/details/Scripture_TomeOfStars

Bandcamp:

Item 1, Anthesis: https://stargazer-elentirmo.bandcamp.com/album/anthesis-item-1-of-tome-of-stars
Item 2, Senescence: https://stargazer-elentirmo.bandcamp.com/album/senescence-item-2-of-tome-of-stars
Item 3, Sporogenesis: https://stargazer-elentirmo.bandcamp.com/album/sporogenesis-item-3-of-tome-of-stars
Item 4, Anemochory: https://stargazer-elentirmo.bandcamp.com/album/anemochory-item-4-of-tome-of-stars
Item 5, Quixotosis: https://stargazer-elentirmo.bandcamp.com/album/quixotosis-item-5-of-tome-of-stars
Item 6, Scripture: https://stargazer-elentirmo.bandcamp.com/album/scripture-item-6-of-tome-of-stars

Into the West

A haunting rock ballad drenched in raw emotion and electric grit. The song follows a man standing in the wreckage of his own heart, asking the question that burns louder than the guitars around him — why did the one he loved so deeply walk into his life only to tear it apart? With crashing drums mirroring his turmoil and distorted riffs echoing his pain, he wrestles with memories that refuse to fade. Every verse builds like a storm, culminating in a chorus that screams his confusion and heartbreak — a desperate cry for answers that will never come.

Maahi Ve

Virtues Of The Beast

Opened my veins yesterday and poured in the twilight
with its dead promises. Nothing makes sense in an imaginary
world that no one can touch. In the strange hours I dream of evenings 
under moonrise and of fashioned ideals before they could turn
and go, had seeped their treachery into my widowed summers. Is this my lover, this face of death? I recoil to the unmoving view.

The soft, voiceless emotions escape the exhausted frame to assail
tomorrows empty heaven. The dawn, with its dull smell, fills my nostrils
and the stench of a burning sun separates the hope from silent lips.

There is something painful in the first spring bud of life, it tears at the insides and claws at the doors of tenderness 
that riseth in black forms from an obsolete graveyard.

To cast my eyes on the horrors you have created or to turn and gaze
at the clouds? It remains cold and dark and the painless times revel in
a distant memory that only seem to trespass when the night is clear.

The bitterness tastes sweet and it conjures up images
of a narcissistic funeral 
that injure my dreams
narcissistic dreams

The wordless world bleeds to the point of despair and the failed attempts to move end in quiet massacres. The lurid calm is a stalking mountain that eludes the perceptive eye but eventually overwhelms to send us cowering.

Narcissistic Funeral

Album: The Mantle (2002) 
Buy the Album: https://agalloch.bandcamp.com

[LYRICS]
Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'Til the lost forsaken endless
This is where I choose to tread
Fall. so shall we fall into nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak
A citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God
Then God is not dead
I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
Like every hope I've ever had
Like every dream I've ever known
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea
Wash away
Fade away
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land


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The Mantle 

Agalloch - In The Shadow Of Our Pale Companion

"For My Demons" taken from the 2012 cover EP, "Lots Of Girls Gonna Get Hurt", which was re-issued for the 11-year Anniversary in 2023 by the bands own label, THE SINISTER INITIATIVE, on CD, VINYL and CASSETTE!

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