Black candles dance to an overture

But I am drawn past their flickering lure

To the breathing forest that surrounds the room

Where the vigilant trees push out of the womb



I sip the blood-red wine

My thoughts weigh heavy with the burden of time

From knowledge drunk from the fountain of life

From Chaos born out of love and the scythe

The forest beckons with her nocturnal call

To pull me close amid the baying of wolves

Where the bindings of christ are down-trodden with scorn

In the dark, odiferous earth



We embrace like two lovers at death

A monument to the trapping of breath

As restriction is bled from the veins of my neck

To drop roses on my marbled breast

I lust for the wind and the flurry of leaves

And the perfume of flesh on the murderous breeze

To learn from the dark and the voices between

This is my will...



The forest whispers my name... again and again

The forest whispers my name... 



I walk the path

To the land of the Dark Immortals

Where the hungry ones will carry my soul

As the wild hunt careers through the boughs



Come to me, my Pale Enchantress

In the moon of the woods we kiss



Artemis be near me

In the arms of the ancient oak

Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose

And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked



The principle of Evil

Evolution has been recalled

Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon

I stand enthralled

...In the whispering forest