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Entranced by her nightly figures

Each more terrible than the next

Yet their beauty bestows an allure

Like a woman who unveils

Her garments in your name

To tear open the lotus of Muladhara

And Io begat Apis

On the twin horns of the Moon

The lunar Helena, Isis

Who rises in the Dog Star

Swift and sworn Astarte

On the mound of Caelestis

Borne Tanit bound to Venus

Aphrodite

Who in bleeding, bled

And transformed the blood

Of Adonis into a flower

To mark the path

The trail

Winter in the wildest of woods

To Jupiter's somber season

O daughter of the wind,

With crimson hands outstretched

Burning brightly

An ode and ritual of our grief

In violet violence:

In your name

Our Mother of Blood

Baphomet