The Thaumaturge's Sonnet 01

This story, The Thaumaturge’s Ossuary, follows an alchemist seeking the "Glossolalic Key" to unlock the silent libraries of a forgotten god.

I. The Incipit of Obsidian

The firmament, a stygian palimpsest,Scrawled o’er with asterisms’ argent glare,Reflected in the magus’ vitreous chest,A respiratory ghost of evening air.His crucible, a thurible of brass,Exhaled a mephitic and malachite fume,While shadows, like a sublunary mass,Coalesced within the vaulted, velvet room.He sought the synecdoche of the All,A panacea for the entropy of stone,To breach the adamantine, astral wall,And claim the unutterable, ancient throne.But silence is a predator of sound,And secrets in the sepulcher are bound.