LADY NIGHTSHADE AND HER CHORD OF SAFFRON

(IN HYMN TO NUIT!)

On Tonight, strange melodies produce swaths of ravens, casting atop the Stars;

Below the Abyss, Our Lady Scarlet seduces us, submerging us into the sensual, mystical dimension of Transformation; or the Quest for the Soul within itself. All unfolds steadily with Eye affixed firmly the True Will. Only in Azrael flowering His delightful wings ajar, embossing the horizon with a handsome Darkness, do the Stars have any perceivable expression! Or put lucidly, in Grasp of Mortality, and what can be done about it, the True Will brightens and deepens. And above the Abyss, Twelve Stars or those Heavenly Bodies beckoning the Aspirant ashore, craft the garter of Babalon; a mere gleam of Nuit in all Her majesty.

From Vantage of the Heavenly Bodies, or the Stars speckling a preternatural Wilderness; the Abyss, once a seemingly illimitable, obsidian, horrendous in enormity, upon immersion, the Above reveals itself a royal turquoise, phosphorous in quality, with an inlet of silvery, saffron curling in the foreground—a saffron flickering madly; as if on fire, to raise the Soul to Ineffable Heights!

And on Tonight, I dream of Vimalananda in blue hue, leaping with Dakinis in the Crackle; sparsely lit by swollen citron, or the Moon yellowed by Fire.

No matter your Vision or Voice; cadence or creed, might you too, enjoy the View!