Of Venus

As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred. The boiling seas of the Cosmos churn acrid. Upon the nurturance of Venus', passionate quivering calls exclaimed. The essence of God's wrath lovingly made tame. As the chariots of love, upon the courtships of epic virtue, possess. Our goddess sisters, import the specialty of rule, for which the governs obsess. As Boreas' trumpet sounds ecstatic bliss. The Rosicrucian passion bells hither, a faint to a swaying and hiss. As the murmuring embers of the divine left receded. Hour of humanities no time of present, so subtley, defeated. As upon death, a mummy spreads its rein. The resurrection of the Sons of Man, all for not, in vain. The seduction of fertility and the mysteries left to relish. All made bitter upon showers of mourn, to embellish. When upon the merry company of our divine, Saints, roused along Lethe. A brother to you, oh dainty beholder of truth, as yours in Seth. The disillusionment of our fathers petty, immortal opportunity made solemn. The wisest of men, why, amongst the true, made golem. Take precedence, then and now, where'st upon your throne of pride. As the winds of wrath swarnly blown, our savior side to side. In due notion a precedence of time, without respect. A fulfillment of God's love, our souls to resurrect. As Dragons drew the chariot of night, and profound duration. A cowards sword in hand, his skewer's elation. As stars reflect the knowledge of the sacred. Humanities, why. . . derision for dole, left shaken. As prophets emit, as seen thus. . . . When stars do let fall the Sun, pray thee, a heavenly Venus.