Tag: magick
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Rites to Summon Dead Kings
A pugil of thyme twisted from the stem by a princess finger, scent lingers long after burning The cooling ashes churned, one mortal hand stirs the mortar which stirs the dirt perhaps to something immortal Portal to pineal reopening, shaking off of ivy on the less-used eye Lantern of Osiris grows outward from the brow,…
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Night Drive Neon Stained Skies
Key to things beyond my ken Obelisk tip is called Ben Ben It represents primordial land Song stage on which Atum stands. Drive what feels like ages Trees instead of walls still cages My life a thousand variations on beiges Need captain’s holiday on a Bejor lakeshore, no room on Risa Always expecting a downpour,…
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Baphomet’s Belle
Belle of the Styx Look sick in triple six Her sandalwood aroma Her hands without arthritis Joseph of Armitithea a carpenter Knew how to handle wood. Bring wood and oil for pouring This poor soul to release From the abundance of her lust, her appetite no man could cease For this disease we the Just…