Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So

O Ruthless, Perilous, Imperious Hate, You Can Not Thwart The Promptings Of My Soul.

Passionate Grave Thought, Belief Enhanced, Ritual Returned And Magic.

Thoth, Hermes, The Stylus, The Palette, The Pen, The Quill Endure, Though Our Books Are A Floor Of Smouldering Ash Under Our Feet.

That Way Of Inspiration Is Always Open, And Open To Everyone; It Acts As Go-between, Interpreter, It Explains Symbols Of The Past In To-day's Imagery.

Who Dreams Of A Son, Save One, Childless, Having No Bright Face To Flatter Its Own, Who Dreams Of A Son?