The Seers have told us this Oh high One:
The door was unlocked, it did not come in
he walked out of it in dreams.
There is a barren field; they meet on a hill
He speaks to it - it speaks to him.
Into the vessels and chalices did he pour
his own essence into the cup.
He offers it to her on the hill; holds it
to her lips that she may drink.
She sates her thirst; he sates his hunger
There is a dagger between them
but like liquid silver does it dissolve
into them when they embrace.
"Is she the Demoness you spoke off?"
We do not know Oh High One -
She appears as a priestess scarred -
the wounds open and close,
from their mouths comes out a butterfly
into heirs belly button did it fly.
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We saw not the colours or patterns of it
There is now a moth in their eyes.
It is devoured in a sea of bluelit flames.
It is still only the fourth day.
There is a banner now - Oh Noble Spirits
they raised a banner on the hill. |