02-15-2014, 01:17 AM
To hasty dabblers in shock: beware,
this magic bleeds through flowers, rain and stone.
The quiet skies are merely painted rooves,
floating above each creed of human scum.
The Dark Face lives, on its throne of coal,
behind each altar built for those features,
regardance and worship of their lifeline.
You might call it a mask, though it's empty.
Take hands, or if without companions stand,
your arms spread like an elder martyred sage.
The Face is coming, coming, here. It says...
"do what thou wilt, do what thou wilt."
***
The last line is taken from Aleister Crowley's dictum: "do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
this magic bleeds through flowers, rain and stone.
The quiet skies are merely painted rooves,
floating above each creed of human scum.
The Dark Face lives, on its throne of coal,
behind each altar built for those features,
regardance and worship of their lifeline.
You might call it a mask, though it's empty.
Take hands, or if without companions stand,
your arms spread like an elder martyred sage.
The Face is coming, coming, here. It says...
"do what thou wilt, do what thou wilt."
***
The last line is taken from Aleister Crowley's dictum: "do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe