Alchemisland

Cernunnos who peels the season’s rind

Leads through moss maze the willing blind

The compact keeps the windroots tight, the binding blight and the glade green light

The light hours are a forest night

That Might, what God might be, to dim what’s bright

Hart and hind, to my heart, the stag of the stage a lion in moon

Rising in Scorpio a Virgo entombed

Keep straight green cap I stoop and drink, rain lake toadstool cap, wet knee moss sink

Dunsink the only time I’ll keep

Gas so rare the cage is silent, not a peep

Hiss like a meanderless snake, hatchet bore the vespine seep

Vespers speak through eyes that weep, the clouds the clouds the clouds that keep

The baying sun at bay, the wolf the wolf the wolf his heat

The crushing weight his black socked feet exert; the fate of sheep.

Dunsink, war appen Titanic

Only Hope left is death assuring diamond

Ennead of darkling rings, fire forged Gorgorothian bling

Drip to brighten his ebon gauntlets, the smiting mace haunted

With old death, his breath the acrid forge emission, his tower the pillar Djed

To let light through, drawing the curtains across nine times

Morning enneagram, the bitterness of fifteen limes the bitterness of the mariner’s rhymes

Valentino is wearing Sauron’s ring, which Seutonius lately misplaced

Barahir, barathere, draupnir midases the empty space.