For Thirteen Moons

Thrice - anointed with the elixir of offering

The candles around me have nearly come to life

And as the salamanders are dancing their magic

My eleven angles paint the walls of this shrine

Here I sit at the confluence

Of the old and the new

At the crossroads of all

That is not and what will be

Each fiber in my being

Resonates with the objective

This art is my temple

And none other shall I need

Life force is spilled, the intent voiced

Strong is my will, may all hindrance recoil

Awaken and will a flame...

And a flame will awaken!

Words vanish from sight

Blood becomes ash

Amidst the thickest black

Is seated the shining Baphomet

Channeling the blessing

Casting the curse most grim

So that I may approach the void

And be that much closer to Him

Life force was spilled, the intent voiced

Strong is my will, may all hindrance recoil

Awaken and will a flame...

And a flame will awaken!