Customs Of Tasseomancy (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore) Act I

Two spheres are calling me to the «grounds» where I use to plead
Madeleine, my animated sister, you’re dim like the candle in my dreams
You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide
(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
So, let me form the contours of your trance
And lament with the virga that cries from a cloud
Ginger trees exhibit eyeless shades of trust
Sapphire flickers of light divorce the leaves from an Oak
Kali Ma! Kali Ma!
You incise me with claw and nail
You hold the rings of Siva
You hold the shapes of melted wax
Praise this disrespectful light for crashing down
Tasseomancy!
Time frames shall warp you through the frames of time
Tasseomancy!
Ta gaoth lugha lamhfhada ag eiteall anocht san aer!
Magdalens, Tu non lou dises pas de bon cor!
If the process of the incantations were done incorrectly
Then sketches of the moon whined with the melted ice (…oh, so slowly.)
Two spheres are calling me to the «grounds» where I use to plead
Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim like the candle in my dreams
You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide
(The gypsy that deludes me with copulation)
So, let me form the contours of your trance
And lament with the virga that cries from a cloud