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.
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