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On the night of the witch
On the fire's descent
I saw the light turn her head
Into the breast of the night
And a thousand waves
Of wretched seas travailed
To attend to the seed
Of an unbidden fruit

From a silent
And glorious tree
Which I never graced
With rain or sun
Never bade with voice
To manifest or come
Though greats work I wrought
In a phosphoric past in flesh...

Sweet benediction of obscure rites
In dead hours, of dead hands
Yet in glory, in blazing beauty
She stands before me, and my sulphur requests
Across a threshold
The butterfly's egg
Where passions rest
Thence came the final immolation of the blood

Unspoken gift, spatter the night with ruin's sands
Dine and drink with me, and pour your eyes into these hands
Blight the earth, tonight, for only we...
And bite, black witch, at the heels of the dawn!

So, wind your claws around my starved, devoted throat
And let me drink from you luciferous cup
As you brand my skin with your signs
Sending suns in storms...till the end...
And after...

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