Metanoia

[tectak]

Hello ateri,
you have strayed into fog with this one. Metaphysically,  it is made pretty unreadable because of your weird(?) or incompetent grammar plus punctuation. If chopped up sentences are your thing then you need to be sure of your placements, otherwise the thing misfires like a wet spark plug. I don't attempt translation, no one should need to but some like to indulge. Me, I just pick at the body leaving the soul to others.

She awakens in the twilight, wakens, surely
face dusted in cold dew. dew is wet, not dusty...has it frozen? Do you mean hoar frost? Veracity issues
crouched beneath the pallor of an ivory full moon.Like it.Pictorially interesting
and out wet, shivering lips comePunctuate. This is in intensive and you should proof aread your work
Righteous Incantations time will tell but initial reaction is so what?I think you just like the sound of  righteous incantations and hope the reader will be impressed without looking too deeply in to the meaning. I have no idea what a righteous incantation is.

A string of words entwined into the night air. entwined INTO is suspect language. 
tears, sweat and spit brewed with stardust, stewing into a frustrated invocation. dreadful construction and grammatically suicidal. This whole stanza is like falling downstairs whilst writing a spell.
seeking deliverance through
Righteous Incantations

And when the twilight has melted into rays of shying daylight,
she shambles into ratty sheets.
even in her dreams she forms the cross;
sacrificing ragged breaths to bring about curses so forceful her body ceases.
trembling with the force of
Righteous Incantations

They say pray without ceasing,
so she cooks with the Spirit.
oil, salt and cow’s tongue
thrown into the fiery depths of a cast iron pan,
while ardent words erupt from her jaw.
and in the heat of her Passion the food is forgotten.
the shrieking of the fire alarm like Church bells.
tendrils of smoke curling off the stove become the incense blessing each
Righteous Incantation

You want to push the Devil out of your Life,
but it seems He’s found purchase in your desperation.
wondering if you have been forsaken,
the bitterness bubbling underneath your nescience threatens to spill over in contempt.
cast you down from the place you found comfort.
hurl you from your notion of sanity.

Torment her until she becomes fiendish.
swollen with the vitriol of
Righteous Incantations