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ascending golden dawn

ignites the veil of sanctuary

two obelisks collide in fire -

netzach and hod

their tremor is scything

through the charring roots of sephiroth

malkuth - the voice pervades

the hall of the neophytes

arrival of the silhouette

sombre shape but lucid aura

netta's hooded purity

a lantern of the hidden wisdom

strutting past the occult masse

anchored in resolved belief

the scrutinisers spurn her grace

their mouths splutter with abhorrence

condemnation prevails

darkens her light in sulphur fume

moth-eaten

eviscerated esperance

séances in vast blackness

inner serenade like a clarion call

come and merge into ion's seclusion

renunciation of mundanity