Blåkulla's Meadow

Unto The Last Gate Drowning, I call her name By flowers of faith and urtication 9 dreams will come in The House of Greensward Arcana I bleed this maelstrom under Hailstone's whitest grains Escryed from blood, these scars are made in Thy name To her voiceless voice I'm am enslaved To know, To see, I breathe... I am incomplete Betwixt Panaceæ and Pantrauma hang me from the Rowan tree In sacred heart Hecate-Selene In naked splendor she gives balance to wild grounds We are married by gold mycelium Running through the marrow of our Mother's tomb And the mind of The Father In the out pour of phantasmagoric jugulation Thy pain is beauty in burning of blood, Myrrh and Storax Peacock blue emanations uprooting the flora of our fate in the liminal horizon of death I call Thee O night-bellower Come unto my sacrifices and take your fill of love Fecundated locus feed my dreams From paradise of funeral grounds she holds my Heavens and holds my Hells Soothsaying purple lambent flames Osseous augury prophecy proclaim To know, To see, I breathe for knowledge old and new From cenote catacombs I pray for flight over Blåkulla's Meadow Divide me for love's sake over Eden's nude pastoral glow Cry for me sky before the unveiling of heaven's body By all I can give, urtication to rise the indwelling Nachtvolk seed germinating inside I bleed this maelstrom under Hailstone's whitest grains A kiss to the Amethyst for oracular powers of the holy death From paradise of funeral grounds I call Thee As I pass unto The Last Gate