Aetheric blood

 
Walking square mystic along the still sun
Running loops in cryptic concentric one,
 
Soaring high into arcane starred nights
Shine down hope upon holy darkness,
 
Spinning because of secret equal light
Sanctifying to dream obscure starless,
 
A rite to cabalistic bleed in occult time
This magic spelling dark mark the line,
 
Their recondite spirit will conjure upon
Exoteric stone to strike the spinning sun.