Nocturnal Poisoning

Artemis be near me In the arms of the ancient oak Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked Evolution has been recalled Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon I stand enthralled ...In the whispering forest... "Pale, beyond porch and portal Crowned with leaves, she stands Who gathers all things mortal With cold immortal hands Her languid lips are sweeter Than love's who fears to greet her To men that mix and meet her From many times and lands."