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