Nocturnal Poisoning - Xasthur

Artemis be near me

In the arms of the ancient oak

Where daylight hangs by a lunar noose

And the horned, hidden one is re-invoked

Evolution has been recalled

Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon

I stand enthralled

…In the whispering forest…

«Pale, beyond porch and portal

Crowned with leaves, she stands

Who gathers all things mortal

With cold immortal hands

Her languid lips are sweeter

Than love’s who fears to greet her

To men that mix and meet her

From many times and lands.»