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Grove of the Owl

- Grove of the Owl -

Part I: Initiation

In search of knowledge, I came to a grove hidden in a forest…
Led there by guides not easily spoken of, to the uninitiated one.
I heard the sounds of doves cooing and the sense of quietness,
Which is the still air before a storm has brewed as yet to come.
Ones in black drew around, and seemed without bodily form…
Before a statue of a great horned owl most venerable and wise!
Fires burned to either side, and kept the area humid and warm.
In front of the owl, a pale lady with eyes as black as night skies,
My beloved Lilith, there: presiding as mistress of the ceremony.
She motioned for me to be still and her alien majesty glowed…
In the light of the fires, whilst the dark things neared us, silently.
It was midnight, as the crescent moon was magically endowed!
The trees rose up around the grove, a circle in a circle of green,
Like the arms of souls petrified in the wood, reaching skyward.
There, the ones in black drew the symbol across the low grass,
Shadows painting a shadow in which no light could ever gleam.
The dead necromancers acted like automatons without reward,
Existing only for their deity, whose eyes did flare clear as glass!
An angel of light emerged from the darkness, beautiful and fair,
Trampling crushed communion wafers, the seals of apostasy…
Though the shadows trembled before her, crying out to beware.
No malice came from that being, only a nobler type of dignity!
I could hear the sound of water, as I crossed to come thus far,
As in the high heavens, there blazed the brilliant evening star.

No mere animal instincts keep us from the glory of the spiritual,
It is to the fault of man; that forgotten lay many an ancient ritual.

Part II: Graduation

And there did Lilith cast off her black gown, and start to sing…
Whilst the angel took me by the hand, and drew me ever close!
The crickets made their music, whilst a church’s bells did ring…
They sounded lonely in their distance with a melody so morose.
I thought about my life, and I despaired from my deep sorrows!
As Lilith crept closer, kissing me oh so tenderly upon my lips…
It was the angel’s turn to sing, as we waltzed across meadows.
Gone were the shadows, as only the great statue’s pointy tips,
The horns of that owl remained, to remark of the unholy party.
The angel and I danced in the shadow of that mighty old idol…
And when she had vanished back into the darkness so hearty,
Lilith guided my steps, and together we entered a dark portal.
I felt my pale mistress gripping me, her breath upon my neck…
Kisses as hot as perdition in the utter blackness of alien space.
I heard her whispers, as we were covered in our slick sweat…
Making love in the shadows; shadows ourselves, out of place!
For a seeming eternity, it ended in our cries of furious rapture.
I felt her nails raking my flesh, her burning gaze ever searing…
A moment frozen out of time, outside time’s ability to capture!
Soon she was gone away, and I felt another presence nearing.
Imperious and glorious, from the time before time we count…
Something drew itself close unto my side, angelic voice raised!
All I could do was wait for this being; my curiosity did mount,
As I heard multitudes of blended voices that endlessly praised.

No mere animal instincts keep us from beholding divine things,
It is to the fault of man, for he shackles himself to mortal kings.

Part III: Exaltation

I saw a light in the darkness, as the angel from earlier glided…
Taking me by the arm, to the edges of an endless flaming lake!
There I heard the shrieking of the damned, where they abided.
We crossed that expanse burning not, nor of fire to partake…
And we wound upward, in spiritual flight, embracing in the air.
Knowing love of another kind, deeper than crude physicality,
Our spirits merged until we were of one substance divine, fair.
And then that underworld did spin, until it was just a memory!
I was kneeling before the great stone owl in that empty grove,
Lilith stood before it, in her black gown, proud and serene…
My heart beating: from a taste of boundless and spiritual love.
She bid me rise, for when I was king she was my very queen!
Adama was never such a perfect equal to her bohemian way,
As the queen of the night found in I: firstborn, of high Sophia.
The dawn was rising, and I felt the first rays of newborn day!
My cares were cremated in the glow of Earth’s star, Solaria.
The fallen queen blinked her large almond-shaped eyes once,
And she merged, with the last shadows that still so remained.
The fires died out in their braziers as water dried in its’ fonts,
Whilst quiet fell upon the grove and not one soul complained.
Silent and mysterious, the statue kept its’ secrets all too well,
As even the wind seemed to make only the slightest rustle…
For not a word was spoken, of the casting of the eve’s spell.
Then I returned to civilization, to the mad rush and the bustle!

No mere animal instincts keep us from achieving inner peace,
It is to the fault of man, for you alone can be pure as a fleece.
Written by Kou_Indigo (Kara L. Pythiana-Ashton)
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