My hands blazed gold
As I clasped them around the sun
And into the sacral fold
Now these gilded hands shall rot
Sewn within the fetid hide
Of the Black Minotaur
Holy vessel of heavenly order,
Hollow eyes in a mirrored pool,
Crushed within the sacral fold.
Unbowing One bowed to the imminent sphere
Nape bent to Ishtar’s athame.
Splendid Sun in mortal eclipse
The ordained moment hath risen
Solar diadem
Cast to dust
Scattered to aching void
Torn by astral winds
Ashen skull of resplendent light
Fate, savage and empty, you are a breaking-wheel
Cloaked in argent shadows, veiled, you bear upon me
Sacral regicide;
Heavenly bloodletting;
Sicut in cælo, et in terra:
Hath thou beheld the hour?