Beauty Of Darkness

Darkness the beginning
Underworld never light
There incense all bleeding ash
Smells sweeter in thickening night

She is fairer than other maidens
With green gardens in her hair
Carrying the scent of unplucked herbs
And the black rose that she bears

Her beauty is forever
And her perfume longtime lasting
Eyes of heathen treasure
Melted by lunar fire before the casting

Of spells omnipotent
Springtime in the evening air
Her song draws seasons to silence
And her soul between sabbats to share

Her potion by apothecary
Waiting in the ether for its tasking
Tempering the waning sun
With ocherous moon for the unmasking

Of the fruit of her cauldron
Growing with shadows that descend
Supernatural trees
Beyond time and space is sent

Stirring with her branches
Shifting worlds beneath bottomless bowl
Into the realm her conjuring advances
External entities to behold

Bringing offerings to their priestess
Her magickal practice in control
Blessing, her midnight naked dancer
Crafting, the colour of her coal