Solomon ringed

 
As hidden magi reaching their destination but their aim deterred
With an eternal summer resting upon high mountain unstirred,
 
Trials are so fruitlessly fettered by the name of God rebound
None to lift the slab breaking seal releasing a cursed sound,
 
An unholy forced to hold the words of God palms upward
This Chaldean magic circle burning in an air of one word,
 
Demonic power working to build the temple in the sand
As the Vril energy passing thru the spinal winding band
Showing gates and portals made to their promised land,
 
Sky covered with electric blue singing the angels raptured
So then Solomon circles to bring the oldest of the captured,
 
A shomere created on the sixth day before Sabbath is tooled
Evil ones forced to lay holy blocks of stone so balanced as ruled,
 
Holding a wineskin against the wind with the magic ring foreword
Thus spirits intombed prisca sapientia for the ancient song unheard...