black candles dance to an overture
but I am drawn past their flickering lure
to the breathing forest that surrounds the room
where the vigilant trees push out of the womb
I sip the blood-red wine
my thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time
from knowledge drunk from the fountain of life
from chaos born out of love and the scythe
the forest beckons with her nocturnal call
to pull me close amid the baying of wolves
where the bindings of christ are downtrodden with scorn
in the dank, oderiferous earth
we embrace like two lovers at death
a monument to the trapping of breath
as restrictions is bled from the veins in my neck
to drop roses on my marbled breast
I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves
and the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze
to learn from the dark and the voices between
this is my will...
the forest whispers my name... again and again
"when the moon is full
we shall assemble to adore
the potent spirit of your queen, my mother great Diana
she who fain would learn all sorcery
yet has not won it's deepest secrets
then my mother will teach her, in truth
all things as yet unknown"
I walk the path
to the land of the dark immortals
where the hungry ones will carry my soul
as the wild hunt careers through the boughs
come to me my pale enchantress
in the moon of the woods we kiss
Artemis be near me
in the arms of the ancient oak
where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
"dark faerytales in phallustein
symbols and signs to know us by"
the principle of evil
evolution has been recalled
beneath the spread of a magickal aeon
I stand enthralled...
...in the whispering forest
