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 burdens of time

From knowledge drunk from

The fountain of life

Of chaos born out of love and the scythe



The forest beckons with her nocturnal call

To pull me close amidst the baying of wolves

While the bindings of christ

Are downtrodden with scorn

In the dank, oderiferous earth



We embrace like two lovers at death

A monument to the trapping of breath

As constriction is bled

From the veins in my neck

To drop roses on my marbled breast



We 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 reinvoked.



Dark faerytales in phalustein

Symbols and signs

To know us by.



In the breathing forest!



The principal of evil

Evolution has been recalled

Neath the spread of the darkening aeon

I stand enthralled