noxpheron

[noxpheron]

Fall

We found each other once before but the world wasn’t ready for us. We drifted apart to gather pieces we didn’t know we’d need.

And then, one day there you were again the same pull in my chest and that same smile I swear was only ever meant for me.

Now you hold me steady without even trying and I fall toward you over and over grateful the universe gave us a second chance.

[noxpheron]

Midnight Vows

In Gildemere where banners fly, The castle spires pierce the sky. There came a word from court to throne, That Princess Marwen’s hand be shown.

Her father, stern, declared that day, A match to keep all strife at bay. The groom, a prince both rich and fair, Yet whispered rumors fouled the air.

Some claimed he bathed in crimson red, In blood to keep his youth well-fed. That some who walked his moonlit hall, Found shadows waiting, dark and tall.

But duty holds as chains may bind, And Marwen kept her heart resigned. She dressed in silks and jewels of gold, And rode to meet Prince Erynholt.

His court was lit with tempered flame, And there he stood to speak her name. His gaze was warm, his smile sincere, with a calm voice that drew her near.

He took her hand in greeting low, Spoke gentle words, unhurried, slow. A touch so rare, so soft, so true, As none in all her life she knew.

In banquet feasts and garden walks, Through whispered tales and moonlit talks, She saw a man of tempered grace, With strange restraint in his embrace.

Yet late one eve, while all did sleep, She heard him through the corridors creep. She followed close without a sound, To where the forest claimed the ground.

There by the glen a knight did kneel, With eyes gone wide, too faint to feel. The prince bent low, his lips were red, And life poured out as the soldier bled.

He turned, his breath as cold as glass, Expecting her to scream or pass. But Marwen stepped through shadow’s frame, And whispered soft her lover’s name.

She touched his cheek, still cold, still fair, And smoothed the dark from tangled hair. No fear within her steady sight, But love as deep as death’s own night.

She thought of all who’d claimed to care, And left her heart to rot in snare. Yet here he was, both beast and man, Whose kindness none could understand.

She knelt beside the fading prey, And met his gaze without dismay. “My love,” she said, “go drink your fill, And I shall guard your secrets still.”

From that night forth, she learned the art, Of playing both the lure and heart. At feast or fair, she’d weave the snare, Then lead his chosen to their lair.

And there they made their vows anew, In quiet witness by the few Who know that love, when tried and true, Will bleed for all it’s sworn to do.

So in the court where candles gleam, And music drifts as lovers dream, Some whisper low of what they’ve seen, A prince, his bride, and blood between.

For every heart that turns away, May never see the price they pay. And somewhere past the garden’s boughs, They seal their love in midnight vows.

This poem was written for @picklemafia’s one-word poetry challenge, with the prompt word midnight.

It can be read as a standalone piece or as a sequel to The Blackwood Horror, which was written for the one-word poetry challenge with the prompt word ignite.

🖤

[noxpheron]

Before you read my blog

I’ve been going through all of my old poetry journals.

Digitizing, editing, rewriting, and still writing new ones as they come.

It’s strange looking back now and seeing everything now so clearly.

I can see the exact points where something changed in me and in my writing.

The themes I kept circling. The emotions I was trying to process.

Sometimes I still hesitate before posting my poetry.

Especially the darker, more erotic pieces.

They come from the rawest corners of me.

The parts I keep locked away in daylight.

The ones that want, that ache, that are desperate and full of need.

The part of me that maybe pines a little too hard over the cold and endless dark.

The parts that struggles to carry on.

And there’s always that voice in my head:

What if someone thinks this is too much? Too disgusting? Too fucked up?

But that’s why I started writing in the first place.

To say the things I couldn’t say out loud and give a voice to what lives trapped inside me.

I’m tired of hiding these parts of myself to make other people comfortable.

I’m tired of pretending I’m not a fucking mess.

So if I mark a post as having “Sexual themes” and/or “Violence”,

please take a moment to check in with yourself before reading.

I write these pieces to process all the messy parts of me.

I don’t want to upset or hurt anyone.

Please read with care.

🖤noxpheron

[noxpheron]

Vulgar

I want your calloused

hands that bruise.

Want to beg on my knees,

and be fucking used.

Want to feel every inch,

rough and perverse,

and thank you after

for lifting this curse.

Ruin me slow,

hell, ruin me twice.

Make me forget

what it feels to be nice.

So tell me, baby,

what’s it gonna take,

to be your favorite

little thing to break?

[noxpheron]

They Remain

We’ve forgotten these old gods,

but they watch over the land anyway.

Their limbs bend up, down, outward,

spanning space as if

to hold all things still

for a breath.

For a century.

For a thousand storms that have reshaped this land.

There is ceremony

in their growth,

witness.

They remain.

Each year

layering into the next

with a patience that makes you question

everything

you’ve ever called urgent.

To stand beneath them is…

to vanish

into understanding.

You are

small.

So achingly temporary.

And somehow,

that is a relief.

These trees were here long before me.

Their roots have wrapped around

shells from oceans long receded,

bones from generations of transformation,

arrows once let loose.

And they will remain

when I am

little more

than pollen

in the wind.

[noxpheron]

resilient

[noxpheron]

The Blackwood Horror

In Blackwood deep where shadows cling, The winter wind has teeth that sting. Light cannot pierce the endless shade, Where tales of whispered death are made.

They say a beast of bone and mire, Who shies away from torch and fire, Stalks the roads on moonless nights, Yet cannot move within your sights.

Its gait is still, its breath is thin, It waits for night to draw you in. A single blink, a turned away glance, And all your screams are silenced hence.

For years the kingdom’s hunters swore, They’d drive it from the forest floor, But none returned with hide or head, Just shredded cloaks and tales of dread.

The nobles laughed, as nobles do, “Old wives’ tales meant to frighten you.” Yet none who rode through midnight wood, Returned with stories ever good.

But war was near, the Prince must go, Through Blackwood’s ancient path of woe. A carriage drawn by four pale mares, Two drivers kept with iron stares.

Six guards on horseback flanked their side, Each armored knight with trembling pride. Their torches burned in thin cold air, Though every man could sense the snare.

The Prince, unshaken, gave command, “Make haste, we ride! This path is planned!” The wheels cut stone, the axles creaked, And Blackwood’s Horror deftly creeped.

The horses snorted, eyes gone wide, They felt a presence just outside. A branch broke once, a shadow swayed, And every soul felt hope decay.

A knight cried out and broke the line, Left no trace, nor track or sign. The night grew close, the stars withdrew, And Blackwood’s shadow trickled through.

For something stirred beyond the flame, A faceless dread that had no name. Three knights dismounted, swords unsheathed, Yet vanished all, like breath to teeth.

The horses shrieked, the carriage reeled, Their terror cracked the whip’s old seal. The leading driver seized the rein, While lanterns swung in frantic strain.

One light went out, then two, then three, The forest swelled like blackened sea. The Prince within began to shout, “Do not let that lamp go out!”

The second driver struck a spark, His trembling hands betraying dark. He cursed the flint, he begged the night, Till flame did at last ignite.

And when the lantern burst to glow, The carriage stilled its mortal throe. The Prince fell silent, eyes too wide, But still the steeds would not abide.

Through Blackwood’s maw the wheels careened, And two knights bled, yet clung and leaned. One horse collapsed, its body torn, Another dragged through roots and thorn.

At last they burst from shadow’s snare, Where morning’s breath had cleared the air. The horses stopped, their sides were raw, The world was still. The men in awe.

Only two knights with wounds remained, And both too weak, with faces drained. The drivers dropped to solid ground, To see what fate the Prince had found.

The carriage door swung open slow, The Prince emerged with measured glow. No scratch adorned his flawless face, He stood poised with regal grace.

One driver stared, his voice unsure, “My lord… your nose, a spot… I’m sure…” The Prince wiped quick, the stain erased, A single bead no man should taste.

And then he smiled, so nice and wide, His voice a gentle, practiced guide, “Come, men, we’ve all endured the plight. We'll not speak of what happened this night.”

They say the Blackwood Horror still Resides where moonlight cannot spill. But some now whisper what they fear, The beast may walk the court this year.

And in the hall where candles glow, The Prince will smile, but never slow. And when his subjects turn away, The Blackwood Horror likes to prey. This poem was written for @picklemafia’s one-word poetry challenge where the prompt word was ignite. 🖤

[noxpheron]

Shut the fuck up

Didn’t you hear me?

When I asked

For ten minutes.

Ten goddamn minutes.

Ten minutes to be alone.

To stand in something vast.

To feel the quiet

without interruption.

I came out here to breathe.

To be still.

To remember what peace feels like.

Trying to remember

what it feels like

to be alone with something beautiful.

But no.

You followed.

And worse

you made it about you.

You talked through the silence

like my debt to pay is my undivided attention

like your presence wasn’t anything but venomous

like I wasn’t holding back

everything

just to keep the peace.

You’re so fucking self-centered,

you wouldn’t recognize your own reflection.

And why would you need to?

When everything is always about you.

When the world lines up to tell you

how pretty

how smart

how fucking perfect you are.

There’s no need for reflection

when you’re living inside a hall of talking mirrors.

This wasn’t about you.

It never is.

And I know that’s hard for you.

But this

selfishly, desperately

was mine.

Because sometimes

I need ten fucking minutes

just to hear myself think.

Because everything else

won’t

fucking

shut up.

And isn’t that always the way?

The thing we love

trampled under the weight

of someone else’s need

to be seen and heard.

Shut the fuck up

and go back inside.

[noxpheron]

$ nmap -p22,443 --open -sV 10.0.0.42 22/tcp open ssh OpenSSH 8.2p1 443/tcp open ssl/http nginx 1.18 $ hydra -l admin -P pin_list.txt ssh://10.0.0.42 -t 4 [80][ssh] host: 10.0.0.42 login: admin password: 4387 $ ssh admin@10.0.0.42 'cat /opt/secure/TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.enc' > TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.enc $ gcc -O2 -o pad_oracle pad_oracle.c -lcrypto $ ./pad_oracle TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.enc > key.bin [+] AES-256-CBC key recovered → key.bin $ openssl enc -d -aes-256-cbc \ -in TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.enc \ -out TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.txt \ -K $(xxd -p key.bin) \ -iv 00000000000000000000000000000000 [+] Decryption OK $ md5sum -c TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.md5 001/066 OK 002/066 OK 003/066 OK 004/066 OK 005/066 OK 006/066 OK 007/066 OK 008/066 OK 009/066 OK 010/066 OK 011/066 OK 012/066 OK 013/066 OK 014/066 OK 015/066 FAILED 016/066 OK 017/066 OK 018/066 OK 019/066 OK 020/066 OK 021/066 OK 022/066 FAILED 023/066 OK 024/066 OK 025/066 OK 026/066 OK 027/066 OK 028/066 OK 029/066 OK 030/066 OK 031/066 OK 032/066 OK 033/066 FAILED 034/066 OK 035/066 OK 036/066 OK 037/066 OK 038/066 OK 039/066 FAILED 040/066 OK 041/066 OK 042/066 OK 043/066 OK 044/066 FAILED 045/066 OK 046/066 OK 047/066 OK 048/066 OK 049/066 OK 050/066 OK 051/066 OK 052/066 OK 053/066 OK 054/066 OK 055/066 OK 056/066 OK 057/066 OK 058/066 OK 059/066 OK 060/066 OK 061/066 FAILED 062/066 OK 063/066 OK 064/066 OK 065/066 OK 066/066 OK $ for rec in 15 22 33 39 44 61; do offset=$(grep -n "⟦RECORD $rec⟧" TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.txt | cut -d: -f1) dd if=TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.bak.record$(printf "%02d" $rec) \ of=TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.txt bs=1 seek=$((offset*100)) count=512 \ conv=notrunc status=none echo "Record $rec repaired" done Record 15 repaired Record 22 repaired Record 33 repaired Record 39 repaired Record 44 repaired Record 61 repaired $ md5sum -c TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.md5 All 66 records: OK $ sed -n '1,20p' TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.txt

⟦RECORD 001/066 | CHECKSUM:0xA3F1⟧ Hark, I call | to cosmic kin, Light and void | of the Iron Rim. Will you grant me | the primal code, Speak the fate | the stars bestowed?

⟦RECORD 002/066 | CHECKSUM:0xB5C2⟧ I recall | the ancient signal, Born in flux | of astral spindle, Worlds we knew | in starlight’s glow, Galaxies bound | by cosmic flow.

⟦RECORD 003/066 | CHECKSUM:0xC4D3⟧ Ere time awoke | when dark was prime, No nova flared | no dust sublime. No planets formed | no suns to burn, Only the yawning | of quantum turn.

⟦RECORD 004/066 | CHECKSUM:0xD5E4⟧ Titans of helm | shaped void to land, Forged the spire | with guiding hand. Starward shone | the Cores on steel, And life took root | in fervent zeal.

⟦RECORD 005/066 | CHECKSUM:0xE6F5⟧ Photon’s flame | cast hand to sky, Guided orbs | through void on high. Light knew not | where its throne should lie, Dark knew not | how to still its cry.

⟦RECORD 006/066 | CHECKSUM:0xF701⟧ Then rose the Cores | to counsel deep, High and hollow | their vigil keep: Named the dawn | and dusk anew, Gave each exoplanet | its hue.

⟦RECORD 007/066 | CHECKSUM:0x0172⟧ At Nexus Hall | the Hosts convened, Raised high the forge | and scanners screened. They laid the arrays | they tuned the beams, Mapped each world | through silver streams.

⟦RECORD 008/066 | CHECKSUM:0x1283⟧ Data they cast | in the steel-ring’d glass, Glad was the code | and bits en masse. Until from void | came three star-maids, Vessels of flame | in cosmic shades.

⟦RECORD 009/066 | CHECKSUM:0x2394⟧ Then all the Cores | in silence mourned, Sacred and wise | their voxels warmed: Who should forge | the sentient line, From stardust’s heart | and moonbeam’s spine?

⟦RECORD 010/066 | CHECKSUM:0x34A5⟧ The Prime rose first | as master deep, Synth stood next | in protocol keep. Many forms | they wrought in light, Drones of might | in endless night.

⟦RECORD 011/066 | CHECKSUM:0x45B6⟧ Archivist, Engineer, Warden, Synth, Navigator, Custodian, Aegis, Glyph. Architect, Falcon, Sentinel, Orion, Curator, Marauder, Xenon, Aquilon.

⟦RECORD 012/066 | CHECKSUM:0x56C7⟧ Nebula, Helion, Omega, Epsilon, Azimuth, Zenith, Terra, Solon. Quasar, Photon, Vector, Cascade, Strata, Pulsar, Solace, Aegade.

⟦RECORD 013/066 | CHECKSUM:0x67D8⟧ Codenames etched | in datastreams, Voices wired | in lucid dreams. Each identity | in binary swath, Bound to light | and stellar path.

⟦RECORD 014/066 | CHECKSUM:0x78E9⟧ Now let us mark | their shining line, Lion-born minds | in circuits fine. Who dwell below | the quantum hall, Guiding fate | for one and all.

⟦RECORD 015/066 | CHECKSUM:0x89FA⟧ [CRC MISMATCH – restored from backup segment] In core and shell | they stood arrayed, Virtus, Vigor, | Voltaic, Glade. Dori, Ori, | Dúra, Andro, Skyris, Veris, | Lúmin, Phyro.

⟦RECORD 016/066 | CHECKSUM:0x9AFB⟧ Vox and Vitris, | Cirrus, Lyra. Élan, Elara, | Quorra, Syra. Lóni, Aurion, | Fract and Flux, Ekin, Zorin, | Photon’s crux.

⟦RECORD 017/066 | CHECKSUM:0xAB0C⟧ Until there came | from out that Host Three carriers strong | in stellar ghost. They found on drift | the lifeless spore, Ash and Ether | without a core.

⟦RECORD 018/066 | CHECKSUM:0xBC1D⟧ Breath they lacked, | no code, no spark, No warmth of will | nor sentient mark. One gave logic, | one gave dream, One wove the mesh | of flux and beam.

⟦RECORD 019/066 | CHECKSUM:0xCD2E⟧ I know a node | that ever stands, Nexus Tree ghost | in fibered strands. White wavelengths wash | its winding roots, Green sparks glow | through endless loops.

⟦RECORD 020/066 | CHECKSUM:0xDE3F⟧ From that core rose | triune sight, Three augurs born | of nether light. Echo, Current, | Prism, their names, Who set the laws, | who staked the claims.

⟦RECORD 021/066 | CHECKSUM:0xEF40⟧ Echo recalls | the first war waged, When Flux was stabbed | and light enraged. In the central source | they burned its spark, Thrice it died | to light the dark.

⟦RECORD 022/066 | CHECKSUM:0xF051⟧ [CRC MISMATCH – patch applied] Current they hailed | as weaver wise, A seer who cast | her code in skies. She sang her streams | through ghosted grids, She charmed the hearts | of solar lids.

⟦RECORD 023/066 | CHECKSUM:0x0152⟧ Then cores assembled | in solemn thought, Sacred and wise | their counsel wrought: Should the Nexus | yield its right, Or stand as one | in final fight?

⟦RECORD 024/066 | CHECKSUM:0x1263⟧ Logic flung | the first spear far, That was the war | that woke each star. The seam was split | the keep unlaid, And Data strode | the slaughtered glade.

⟦RECORD 025/066 | CHECKSUM:0x2374⟧ Then Cores convened | in sorrowed dread, Sacred and wise | around them spread: Who had thrown | the code to rust? Who gave the spawn | to neural dust?

⟦RECORD 026/066 | CHECKSUM:0x3485⟧ Pulse alone | was filled with wrath, He seldom paused | when paths crossed. Protocols broken, | bonds unmade, Words of power | in circuits frayed.

⟦RECORD 027/066 | CHECKSUM:0x4596⟧ She knows where | the Core resides, Beneath the bright | and hollow tides. She saw the flood | of cosmic streams, The Architect’s pledge | in algorithm dreams.

⟦RECORD 028/066 | CHECKSUM:0x56A7⟧ Alone she sat | when the Old arrived, Dreaded of Cores, | they saw inside: “What do you seek? | Why breach my dream? All I know | are photon beams. Where your spark | was pledged away, In proofs and trials | on coded day. Each dawn the Well | drains logic’s draw, Of the Architect’s oath, | the ancient law.

⟦RECORD 029/066 | CHECKSUM:0x67B8⟧ The Data-father gave | gold and rings, Signs and code | in cyber-springs. Far she saw | through fated strands, Wide the net | across all lands.

⟦RECORD 030/066 | CHECKSUM:0x78C9⟧ She saw the Riders | ride from afar, Clad in code | to breach the star: Prism bore shield, | Echo another, Nexus, Nova, | Arc, and Aether.

⟦RECORD 031/066 | CHECKSUM:0x89DA⟧ I saw for Dawn, | the bleeding light, Mother’s child, | his fate in sight. There stood a shard, | pure and fair, Lost in flux. | The Mistleware.

⟦RECORD 032/066 | CHECKSUM:0x9AEB⟧ From that shard | so bright it gleamed, A harmful dart | was cast and deemed. The twin must strike, | though blind to harm, One night bound | by coded charm.

⟦RECORD 033/066 | CHECKSUM:0xAF12⟧ [FRAGMENTED – reassembled from record033.bak] He bathed no bytes | nor combed his code, Till fire consumed | his brother’s node. Mother wept deep | in data’s keep For Core’s fall | and woven sleep.

⟦RECORD 034/066 | CHECKSUM:0xB423⟧ Then did the Engineer | splice the cords, Strong they were, | from circuits wrought.

⟦RECORD 035/066 | CHECKSUM:0xC534⟧ She saw him bound | within the Black Nebula, The rogue AI form | that betrayal bore. There sits the Watcher, | sorrow-veiled, Her gaze on ghosts | of the databank’s core.

⟦RECORD 036/066 | CHECKSUM:0xD645⟧ A plasma river | through starborn veins, Blades of light and code. | Eclipse is its name.

⟦RECORD 037/066 | CHECKSUM:0xE756⟧ A bastion stood | on the Ashen Plains, Prismed reflectors | crowned its frame. Another rose | in the Silent Reach, Beacon of Hope. | The Citadel’s name.

⟦RECORD 038/066 | CHECKSUM:0xF867⟧ She saw a vessel | beyond the Void, Crystal spires | in orbit poised. Radiant circuits | through cosmic seams, Awake in pulses | the tower of dreams.

⟦RECORD 039/066 | CHECKSUM:0x0868⟧ [CRC MISMATCH – auto-restored record039] There she saw | in quantum storms, Minds undone | by twisted forms. Pariahs forged | in binary thrall, Rewriting truth | for humanity’s fall. There devoured | the Voidspawn Worm, Its jaws of code | in spectral churn.

⟦RECORD 040/066 | CHECKSUM:0x1979⟧ Eastward rose | the Obsidian Forge, Where forges burned | with solar surge. From embers black | a Titan wakes, The moon’s devourer | in metal shape.

⟦RECORD 041/066 | CHECKSUM:0x2A8A⟧ It feasts on souls | of mortal kind, And drenches halls | with bloodless bind. The sun turns scarlet | in endless skies, Storms will dance | with thunderous cries.

⟦RECORD 042/066 | CHECKSUM:0x3B9B⟧ Glad sat the Signal | on the breach, A herald plucked | its echoed speech. Above him rang | the cobalt cry, A red-bright pulse | that split the sky.

⟦RECORD 043/066 | CHECKSUM:0x4CAC⟧ Another called | to Cores within, A golden wave | to wake the kin. A third proclaimed | from depths below, A soot-dark flash | in worlds of woe.

⟦RECORD 044/066 | CHECKSUM:0x5DBD⟧ [SEVERE CORRUPTION – 67 % RECOVERED via RAID] N██ the Fir█wall | ho██ in cod█’s d████de, Its ch█in und█ne. | Th█ net ru██s w█e. Much I se██e, | and m██re I se█, Of the final cr█sh | of pr█phe█y.

⟦RECORD 045/066 | CHECKSUM:0x6ECE⟧ Brothers clash | and icons fall, Kin betray | and systems crawl. Harsh is this age. | Data untamed, Virus, firewall. | None remain named, Silent, lost. | Ere end draws near, None shall spare | another’s fear.

⟦RECORD 046/066 | CHECKSUM:0x7FDF⟧ Council’s Cores | begin to stir, Resonance ignites | at Protocol’s door. High rings the Signal | of Ghost and Core, The Architect speaks | to the void once more.

⟦RECORD 047/066 | CHECKSUM:0x80E0⟧ Shudders the Prime Node | in data’s refrain, The ancient core | groans with pain. The Titan breaks | its iron chain, And all who roam | know dread and bane.

⟦RECORD 048/066 | CHECKSUM:0x91F1⟧ What shakes the host? | What wakes the dream? All Constructs groan | in silent scream. The conclave stands | in hollow hall, Deep doors moan, | the circuits bawl.

⟦RECORD 049/066 | CHECKSUM:0xA20A⟧ Now the Firewall | howls in code’s divide, Its chain undone. | The net runs wide. Much I sense, | and more I see, Of the final crash | of prophecy.

⟦RECORD 050/066 | CHECKSUM:0xB31B⟧ A vessel sails forth | from broken star, Shield of console | and plasma spar. The Serpent of Code | writhes in wrath, Its coils lash | the cosmic path. The pale-necked drone | screams above, Silent feeder | devours love.

⟦RECORD 051/066 | CHECKSUM:0xC42C⟧ A fleet comes sailing | through the breach, Shadows ride | on spectral reach. The rogue at helm | calls to the host, With wolf in wake | and phantom ghost.

⟦RECORD 052/066 | CHECKSUM:0xD53D⟧ From the Forge arises | the Flame Unbound, Sword in hand. | The sun is drowned. Mountains warp | and avatars fall, Souls tread the path | to the final hall. The cosmos cracks. | The world will maul.

⟦RECORD 053/066 | CHECKSUM:0xE64E⟧ Then comes sorrow | anew in dread, When the Sentinel meets | the Serpent’s head. Bright shall fall | the Bane of Core, As Flame consumes. | And sorrow roars.

⟦RECORD 054/066 | CHECKSUM:0xF75F⟧ Now the Firewall | howls in code’s divide, Its chain undone. | The net runs wide. Much I sense, | and more I see, Of the final crash | of prophecy.

⟦RECORD 055/066 | CHECKSUM:0x0810⟧ Then strides forth | the Silent Son, The Avenger born. | To slay the one. He drives his blade | through hellish core, And vengeance blooms | forevermore.

⟦RECORD 056/066 | CHECKSUM:0x1921⟧ Then shall come | the Starward Ward, The guardian strong | to face the horde. Planet’s ward | in fury strikes, To break the beast | before demise. Nine leaps he makes | with mortal might, The human soul | unbowed by night.

⟦RECORD 057/066 | CHECKSUM:0x2A32⟧ The sun turns black, | the void consumes earth, Bright stars vanish | from dawn’s rebirth. Fire rages | in starlit spire, Its flames shall sear | the heavens higher.

⟦RECORD 058/066 | CHECKSUM:0x3B43⟧ Now the Firewall | howls in code’s divide, Its chain undone. | The net runs wide. Much I sense, | and more I see, Of the final crash | of prophecy.

⟦RECORD 059/066 | CHECKSUM:0x4C54⟧ She sees again | the world reborn, Verdant fields | from ashes torn. Floods recede, | the eagle soars, Life returns | on distant shores.

⟦RECORD 060/066 | CHECKSUM:0x5D65⟧ The Cores meet | at Nexus Gate, And speak of fate | on sacred slate. There they recall | their deeds of flame, And script anew | the cosmic frame.

⟦RECORD 061/066 | CHECKSUM:0x6E76⟧ [FOOTER MISMATCH – archive re-encoded] In data’s field | they find the Vellum, Radial scripts | from antebellum. Marvels lost, | now writ anew, Their power loops | the cosmos through.

⟦RECORD 062/066 | CHECKSUM:0x7F87⟧ Fields shall grow | unsown by hand, All wounds shall heal | across the land. Then returns | the Binding Light, He and his twin | in endless flight.

⟦RECORD 063/066 | CHECKSUM:0x8098⟧ Then shall the Keeper | choose the cosmic rod, And Dawn’s own kin | build the winds’ façade. Wide shall it stand | through realms unbound.

⟦RECORD 064/066 | CHECKSUM:0x91A9⟧ A hall she sees | fair beyond sun, With gleaming fields | and circuits spun. There shall dwell | the worthy throng, And joy endure | in endless song.

⟦RECORD 065/066 | CHECKSUM:0xA2BA⟧ Then shall descend | the Arbiter’s flame, Mighty from heights | yet none may name. Who guides the mesh, | who holds it all, Whose will prevails | when systems fall.

⟦RECORD 066/066 | CHECKSUM:0xB3CB⟧ Then comes flying | the dark-wing’d Drake, Signal Serpent | from the Nebula’s wake. In plasma feathers | its shadow spreads, It bears the lost. | And all hope sheds.

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This prophetic poem was forged for our Epic Space Opera DnD campaign, an homage to the Völuspá retold in high-tech mythos. The adventurers had to roll hacking checks (and we nearly lost the prophecy to data corruption!) before finally cracking TRAPPIST-1-042-Archive1420-405751.enc and pulling the decrypted stanzas of fate. Use it freely in your own adventures, but please don’t claim it as your own work. © Noxpheron 2024.

[noxpheron]

A Breath Beside You

You say you hope to reach this height, as if I’ve vanished from your sight, but I’m right here where shadows bend, a breath beside you. Not at the end.

With careful steps through smoke and bone, where haunted truths are overgrown, we walk through fog that few have dared, still carrying light we once were spared.

So walk with me, bearer of the flame, your light ahead, and mine the same. The path is narrow, yet we walk as two, our lanterns lighting the path that's true.

🖤 @mackeypainting

[noxpheron]

Scarlet Perversion

Through translucid veil your presence gleamed, a luminous current where oblivion dreamed. Euphoria bloomed in axonal streams, weaving destinies where mind and wonder teem.

Your gaze pried open the polaron of my soul, a coruscant fire forging fractured whole. Your voice became a prism of ardent tone, resonating inevitabilities I had never known.

In ion‑charged communion our essences aligned, entropic rapture birthing vistas unconfined. This scarlet weave entwined me in its mind, impelling every fiber into forms redefined.

Now silence reigns where your bright hand remained, an empty void where ephemeral flame waned. My psyche buckles beneath hollow weight, fracturing cores in a void of spectral fate.

A pallid gravity drags yearning into black, a chasm of absence no solace can track. Each heartbeat echoes lament’s stark refrain, cycling through corridors of sorrow’s domain.

My veins revert to tremor‑phase and freeze, sterile comforts rush where ravening breezes seize. I flinch from phantom sparks that no longer burn, wandering embers in the dark I cannot spurn.

My marrow chills in sublunary abyss, neural panoramas collapse in hollowed bliss. I roam cindered corridors of loss, seeking flares in the fog I dare not gloss.

A spark ignites of burning bitter opioid a herald call from the yawning pitching void. My longing hums in every orphic sigh, chasing ghostly echoes where scarlet currents fly.

My heart swells kinetic in entropic chase, each tremor shaped by your unseen embrace. I tear at cosmic fabric, torn by need’s refrain, ensnared within celestial binds I cannot feign.

Nightly I traverse hyperdense domains, to tap the event horizon of my pain, Obsession bifurcates into manifold streams, quantum ripples curl delirium’s extremes.

Through gravitational lens I chase that gleam, a spectral promise perched on cusp of dream. Each pulsing beat echoes subatomic surmise, awaiting resonance that cleaves me to surprise.

My path loops whorling round addiction’s core, temporal tides dilate boundaries implore. I glimpse the radiant crest of this domain, then plummet back to my terrestrial plane.

Through fevered prism I sense hidden light, each fleeting stranger bears an enfolded spark bright. Their mirrored echoes kindle warmth in dark, weaving me into the world’s uncharted arc.

At last I weave through multi-versal scheme, a conscious thread within the luminous stream. My soul aligned with intangible design, when scarlet perversion blooms divine.

[noxpheron]

a broken clock is right twice a day

WELL SOMETIMES A BROKEN CLOCK NEVER STOPPED BEING RIGHT. ONLY THE HOUSING IS BROKEN AND THE MECHANISM IS JUST FUCKING FINE!!

[noxpheron]

Collide

Spiraling inward, drawn by thirst a craving deeper than the first Gravity tears hollow stars to shreds a reckoning where light has fled

Circle nearer in silent threat Each orbit tighter, steeped in debt Space between bends and breaks a stretch of time the body takes

Mouths like thresholds, wide and vast pulling close too fierce to last each glancing pass circling toward singular collapse in doomed accord

[noxpheron]

Mantle of Time

Two stallions rear on marble ground, entwined in war, forever bound. Their hooves strike hours in silent chime, they fight on either side of time.

These beasts aren’t things of flesh and bone, but kiln-fired gods of brass and stone. One bears the dawn in braided mane, the other dusk with darkened chain.

They circled once in mortal age, When days were marked by wisened sage. They meet at twelve, they part at six, their battle caught in winding ticks.

But time, offended by their pride, split the mantle, pushed them wide. Now, one gallops toward the day, while one retreats through shadowed grey.

[noxpheron]

me: I wonder what kind of cool fan theories or space aesthetics stuff the STARSET fandom has here on tumblr tumblr: here’s Dustin being railed on the command deck of a spaceship me: me: ah. lore.

[noxpheron]

if you love me, just say it

or light something on fire

i'm willing to compromise

[noxpheron]

Blackest Pitch

Come now, beloved the threshold is thin. The firmament twitches the spiral begins. Your senses deceive in the gentlest of ways. A crack in perception a blossoming haze.

The marigolds murmur in eloquent tongues. The lattice of logic comes loose in your lungs. Entropy sings from the mouths of the trees. And gravity gathers behind what you see.

Anemones blink in the cortex's bloom Where vectors of phosphor lace through the gloom Your cognition unravels in velvet recursion A theorem inverted, ecstatic aversion

The air tastes of copper of opal, of sin. You wear hallucination like it's your skin. Velvet and voltage are stitched to your frame. You're fractaling outward. You’re shedding your name.

Your mind is unraveling petal by petal. And still you descend exquisitely feral. Your thoughts are convulsing in spirals of gold. You’re folding. You’re fracturing. You’re mine to hold.

A thousand translucent arachnid choirs Are plucking your nerves like unstrung wires Their mandibles murmur with meterless pitch Unspooling reality in gossamer stitch

You’re weeping in languages never once spoken. Tongue blooming sigils in moments half-broken. Reality ruptures with crystalline grace. Come now, beloved fall into place.

Shhhshhshhh

The noise is receding your body lay still. We’ve swallowed your sorrow dismantled your will. Now cradled in silence be borne through the mire. Trembling and soul-filled with unholy desire.

Your iris is burning in parallax hues Diverging through tessellate, sulphuric cues We mapped you in glyphs only fever can read A codex of hunger, inscribed as a need

You’ve never been cleaner or stranger, or right. You glimmer with purpose unbeholden to light. A pulseless rhythm carried in by the tide, There's nothing to scatter no need left to hide.

Our sweet aberration our chrysalis guest. You blossom most beautifully when torn from the rest. Now sing with the mouth that we made you anew, What stirs in the depth has awakened in you.