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The Archon and the Rose

~- The Archon and the Rose -~

Part I - Seduction

Mad is my passion for thee, sweet angel of the light, sovereign lady!
Be the fire that boils my blood, and I shall share what night made be.
If thou were a candle, and I the errant insect, bound for its� glowing,
Then I would covet the embrace of that inferno, my passion growing.
Taste of my flesh, sweet flame, until the smoke fills my eyes and ears,
So that naught save thee fills my vision, and only thy voice here rears!
All that is not of thy glory is cold, and so I covet not what is fleeting�
I cannot deny thee for we are twin in spirit, and so I offer up greeting.
Our insane passions are like twin suns that blaze in the empty spaces!
There we build creation anew, and set out to discover all new places.
We consume one another as fuel is consumed, upon rebirth�s pyres�
Ravenously transcending the hungers of the flesh, that in heat expires.
Thy lips are the fountain from which the waters I long to drink flow�
And thou art the cauldron of plenty that makes my passions to grow!
My tongue still tingles, from the sweet ambrosias of our mingled kiss,
Which causes me to thirst still more, and so I seek for a greater bliss.
Ravish me, oh demon lady of darkness, and I shall ravish thee anew!
I am the demon that is thy equal; I am the fire from which Hell grew.
Take me and be taken, consume my love and let it consume thought,
Until the secrets of the night are ours, and the gifts as ravens brought.

�In an age long past, of gold spun like thread�
When time ran slowly, and life was far longer,
Sublimity was upon creation; none did dread!
For love and beauty, not one spirit did hunger.
And out of the depths of time, and of space�
She arose from the light, to challenge the gods.
Her name is unspoken, forgot is her embrace.
But her will is stronger, than is seven iron rods.
One I held, once when I walked in such clime,
Though not with the dignity that is hers eternal.
And so I honor her in song, prayer and rhyme,
For she is still so divine and I am ever infernal.
In what hells did we walk, my sister angelic�
And how many times did we rise up yet again!
I hold you in my heart like a blessed holy relic,
As I see one age beginning, and one age end.�

Part II - Passion

Let thy tongue be the lash, and my flesh shall play the naughty slave!
Whip me nigh unto oblivion, teach my errant flesh to thy will obey�
Let our twisted dreams lead us unto places unknown to simple mind,
Our bodies the temples in which we worship gods of the carnal kind!
Let me kneel before the altar of thy bosom, the goddess I will adore,
For I am incomplete unless, to slake thy thirst, I play the lusty whore!
When as a woman I lived, I longed for thee with Sapphic daydream.
While as a man I now live, I long for thee still, until I want to scream!
Always thou didst find me, and always I did find thee in each lifetime,
So why now must I endure a lonely hour, when love should be mine?
I am thy chosen, of old; I am thy prophet, and thy beloved kindred�
I have conquered death, returned to seek after love, my soul undead.
Fill me when I am dry of bliss, for I am the cup in the harlot�s hand�
Let our dreams become real; let them service our depraved demand!
All that we are, we were before; all that we could be, we have been;
So drink of the cup I offer thee, and imbibe the wine of silvery sheen.
Goddess of Heaven, and also of Hell: play my senses like soft fluting!
My body is thy instrument, so play a symphony blessed and suiting�
Put thy lips to the flute, and the harmony shall be a truly angelic send.
Not until we sing together, our music loud enough to this reality rend!

�Harsh are the waves of the sea, but far worse,
Is the passing of time, which changes even us!
How men imagine you to be, is a horrid curse,
And in terror of your gaze, they fret and cuss.
None worship you in nature, where you reign,
Placing no red rose garlands, on oaken wood.
I know the legends they tell, fill you with pain!
So easy it is to become utterly misunderstood.
The birds still remember, as they sing to greet,
Praises that once the highest of angels gave�
I hear them still, when I walk where we meet!
When the wind blows steady, its� spirit brave.
For one God man tore down so much beauty,
And in His name, man�s innocence was taken.
Even the earth is robbed of its� own divinity�
Whilst magic dies and our history is forsaken!�

Part III � Ecstasy

Of all my wounds only thy magic can make the pain of longing cease.
Love heals all, for time only serves to rob us of the illusions of peace!
Be my doll, sweet maiden, and I shall treat thee better than any toy�
Let me dress you in whatever finery you feel would give you true joy.
Be it skirts of red silk, white blouses, or pantaloons of sparkling gold,
I shall enjoy the splendor, as thou make real what is a fantasy�s mold.
Shall it be leather, or will it be lace: childlike fancy or dancer�s grace?
The feel of flesh, through fabric�s place: a warm kiss, on thy fair face!
If I seem the beast, for my talk of love and lust, then paint me scarlet.
Wilt thou shrink before my ferocity or ferociously cast off thy corset?
Wet mouth upon thighs, and places where fingers tickle, and tease�
You fill my mind with such thoughts, as I long thy form to hotly seize!
Let thy body be the feast, and where we lie shall be the finest platter.
My hands shall weave mystical spells upon thee that cannot shatter�
Will I feel thy own caress, and hear a girl�s whisper of paradise here?
Come hither, maiden, and we will see what Eden draws us that near!
Let me feel thy breath, upon my face, delicious more than any god�s.
I see in thy eyes all that I shall ever say is divine, so deep and broad!
Thou dost tell me I am damned and I know that I am lost in the heat,
But I will take thee by the hand and relish my exile in a hellfire sweet.

�They claim God�s word demanded such fury,
And they crucify those who can tell us right�
But the God I know causes not all that worry.
How He must weep at mankind�s cruel slight!
If you could have seen, the worlds I beheld�
And known the embrace of they you worship,
Oh man, your sins would so bitterly, be felt�
As over dogma and lies, your feet would trip!
Oh mother Sophia, dear Wisdom incarnate�
I, your son, do weep while I live out my exile.
My sister is fallen, and I seek my soul�s mate,
Whilst I guard our ancient honor, against bile!
I still place a rose by a tree in forests green�
A gift for my sister: to comfort her in sadness.
But who shall give a red rose as a gift for me,
Before my lonely days drive me to madness?�

Part IV - Reflection

Thy face is glowing in the faint illumination of black candles all about,
And I see thy true androgynous form revealed to dispel all my doubt.
I have made love with my sister angel, and now thou returns under�
For, the horns of the moon outside point upward, a sign and wonder.
It is thy time to love and leave and so I bid thee a farewell ever fond,
Placing the cup back on the altar, and laying aside the blessed wand.
As of old, we shared pleasure and I gave glory to an angel�s name�
I gave myself to the raging fires, the inferno that love alone can tame.
Who am I, thou who read this must wonder, with a certain curiosity?
I have so many names, but only one in this time and place, in history!
Lonely is the night before me, and an angel�s love cannot linger long.
I need a human maiden to grant me peace, and teach me her song�
So that beauty can tame the beast, and give my tale a happy ending!
Such a dream is worth my life; and at least, it is worth my defending.
One day this memory shall be dust, but the path of love will go on�
I will have long since achieved my dreams when sets on me, the sun.
Fair or foul, I care not how, but I must hold a fair maiden and laugh!
My tears fall too soon after the angel�s parting, love the only salve�
I cannot wait forever, but I must not let madness drive me unto folly,
My life is at a crossroads; either bound for darkness or light so jolly.