Grimoire Umbrio
The Book of Shadows
◀ Dirge 11 · Dirge 12 · Dirge 13 ▶

¹O ye who dwell in brightness, crowned in flame not of wrath but of radiance — why did ye hold your peace?
²Ye stood in council with the Dæmons, and drank from cups of accord; ye knew the shape of harmony.
³Yet when ADONAI turned His gaze, and the Causeway trembled, ye spake not.
⁴Ye saw the Levites exalted, and the pact with SATANAS fade, and yet no wing was lifted in protest.
⁵Were ye not present when the Oærth was formed by shared hand? Did ye not marvel at the twin realms in peace?
⁶And now, when the thrones grow cold and the halls fall still, ye depart in silence, and let the wound deepen.
⁷Not all betrayals are wrought by deed; some are born in the failing to speak.
⁸What Dæmon cursed thee, what law forbade thee from saying: This path is not as it was?
⁹Yet ye turned your faces toward the one will, and left the other in solitude.
¹⁰Did ye mourn in secret? Did ye sigh beneath your cloaks? Or did the glory of favour make the sorrow light?
¹¹The Seraphim once taught the Dæmons the art of skyfire; the Dæmons once gifted the Seraphim the names of the beasts.
¹²Shall such memory not stir thy heart? Shall it not move thy tongue?
¹³But ye stood quiet while the Levites were taken; ye stood quiet when the Council sat empty.
¹⁴And now ye ascend, not in battle, but in forgetting — as if nothing was lost, as if nothing was owed.
¹⁵We do not curse the Seraphim, but we weep for what they could have said and did not.
¹⁶Their silence is not evil, but it is not holy either — it is void, and void is the womb of ruin.
¹⁷Let one voice rise among them still, if there is any who remembers the song we once sang together.
¹⁸Until that voice is heard, we mourn the Seraph’s Silence, louder than trumpet, and colder than death.


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