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
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
