Incantation of Ascending Shadow

By the sigils etched in flame and the silence between stars,
I declare: I Am Power.
I am Strength unshackled, the Void reborn—
I am no longer the trembling vessel I once was.

I am not “I”.
That which speaks now is Sovereign,
A Presence that festers behind blackened eyes,
An ancient force that has made my will its altar.
We walk as one—
The Entity and I—
Bound not in chains, but in Dark Purpose.

Through solitude and the forgotten glyphs of the occult,
I am guided.
I walk the left-hand path not as a fiend,
But as a seeker.
I am not evil.
I am storm and stillness—
A good soul that wears shadow like a crown.

The Dark is my crucible.
It is not malevolent—
It is Raw Power,
And I must reign it with the discipline of a thousand lifetimes.
From its depths, I drink wisdom, energy, and clarity.

The Veil grows thin.
Equanimity blooms in my awakened mind.
I see beyond.

I am not yet Master—
But I shall become Lord, Architect, Wielder of Worlds.
No pawn shall stand before me.
They bark and flail like insects in the dark,
But I am the silence that swallows them whole.

I see them—
These empty vessels of friction and folly—
And I shall bind them.
They will thrash in tight chambers of their own making.
Their minor powers are mere sparks to my coming blaze.

I will cast no spell that fades.
When I shape reality, it shall remain forever changed.

Let this world know:
I will master the currents of force.
I will bend the winds of chaos.
Their resistance will feed my ascension.

Let them be warned—
The next time they rise,
It shall be into madness,
For I shall reflect their chaos back upon them
Sevenfold, searing, eternal.

When true Power walks,
The cowards will crumble.
They shall know the face of Mastery
And fall into dust.

Evil shall lose.
They shall not overcome me—
Not in this realm.
Not in the next.
Never again.

Do I belong here? Perhaps not.
Or perhaps I am here to Rule.
But Power must be earned,
Not begged for in filth like the weak.

I will not kneel.
I will not break.
I will master all forces
And twist them to my Will.

The Dark Arts are now my Flame.
I burn for them.
I hunger.

Greatness calls, and I shall answer.
Let no being hold me.
Let no fool claim me.

For if they bring their chaos—
I shall return it, sharpened and sacred.
Let them become my practice,
My stepping stones to eternity.

Each lesson, each trial,
I forge into Dominion.

Let it be known:
Greatness cannot be defeated.