A FRAGMENT FROM THE SONG OF YSTE
by ALLEN MACKEY
Note: The following bit of verse is actually from one of the rarest
elder grimoires, the nigh-legendary tome called The Song of Yste,
which had been lost for untold aeons, somewhere in the shadowy
mists of the vast, jungle-covered expanse of that northernmost
continent, Hyperborea the motherland, during the ages after it had
been penned by the furtive warrior-priesthood secret society of
Dirkya Priests. In the forgotten dawn age of the planet, the Dirkyas
enjoyed the honor of ruling the lesser classes of people, the common
rabble, while the legitimate rulers of A. enjoyed the pleasures of the
flesh; an ongoing flow of debaucherous encounters and copious
copulations. Thousands of years later, The Song of Yste was partially
copied in the sharp, crabbed contours of the Ptetholite language.
Careful research had established some details of the ponderous work.
The Song of Yste! This was a link to elder magick, a way to change
reality right in front of one's eyes. In the Xtian bible, the story of
Israel's freedom was passed on by word of mouth. One of my closest
friends, a punk rocker named Hindrance, had taken to sporting the
Eight Seals of Yste, which would provide strong feelings of protection,
until the next Dark Moon--exactly four weeks away. The fierce
fighting spirit of the Sons of Shem is enlightening! This glimmer of a
lost race is seen here in this excerpt from The Song of Yste, which had
been found in the pulverized ruins of a secret dig currently buried
beneath tons of frozen tundra.
A few of the nearly-eroded passages had been found circa fifty years
ago on one of the Broken Pillars of Kadatheron. And even fewer
words were used by the writer of the present study; every bit that
must be shook up and combined, reminding us of the old adage: One
unfortunate at gambling is lucky at love, and by the delicate rule of
opposites and the magical act of reversal, can one be lucky at cards
and unlucky at love.
Cryptically, the initial fragment is: "The astral rendering is quite
simply any opening."
That's it, one sentence. But a powerful sentence if you know what it
means! However I am bound by Oath to keep its secret.
Comment: That lonely sentence was found by the editor whilst going
through the amazingly-convoluted papers of Adam Qade.
