The Purifying Fire
Your voice, rhythmic and dutiful
Rising, falling, crashing like waves
on a forgotten shore.
Your words, a phantom sentinel
stalking, crafting a perfect spell
of hidden lore.
Take me down and drown me
in the secret well.
Hear me knocking
at the gates of hell.
In the vast expanse beyond
the Beast is waiting with his lyre
Plucking out a cheerful tune
Psalm of the purifying fire.
Burn away all fear and regret,
Annihilate all shame,
All belief and blame reduced to ashes,
All lies engulfed in flame,
Your eyes, watching and waiting,
for the moment of initiation,
knocking at the door.
Your gaze, clear and calculating,
penetrating my True Will,
Babalon, my whore.
Written 06-14-2019
