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 down-trodden with scorn
In the dark,
odiferous earth
We embrace like two lovers at death
A monument to the trapping of breath
As restriction is bled from the
veins of 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 its 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
The principle of
Evil
Evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the whispering
forest
"Pale, beyond porch and portal,
Crowned with leaves, she stands,
Who gathers all things mortal,
With cold immortal
hands,
Her languid lips are sweeter,
Than love's who fears to greet her,
To men that mix and meet her,
From many times and
lands."
[A.C. Swinburne]