Of The Devil & Baphomette #1

The wing of a black butterfly blew in from the East
With the lines of a Hexagram upon it inscribed
It carried your perfume with a trail of desert spice
I held it to my emptiness that human-kind would call a heart

So I searched for a black petal and sent it from the West
With the lines of a Pentagram upon it inscribed
Carrying my cologne, weaving a trail of musk behind
Now hold it up to your breast the way that humankind could never hope

Tell me once
Tell me twice
Tell me Six by Six by Six
Times, that you will ever be mine
Forever as the deep currents
That keep young the River Styx

Take hold of my horns, woman
And I will take hold of yours
Let us make night together
Chewing the cud of revelry
Until the great star of the earthlings
Has returned once more for their dawn ……