Goddess of Whoredom

with the eloquence of but one glance all seducing.
thou doest spark the amorous flame within

the heart of the beast, man, and God.
thou art the crowning splendour of the infinite

Oh, sumptuous whore!
thou has called forth the most ardent lust
upon thy vehement lips a kiss of my desire.

thy scarlet breasts raising with the breathe of passion.
Sing! To me To me thy rapturous love song.
oh beautiful whore!

within the fiery flower of ecstasy
a cascade of my delight unto Nuit!

The Pansy and the Rose

by Frater Ayin


who are these pansies that mock thee?
they have grown tall with a quickness.
and they do flower.


Hear them not!
thou art but new from the seed.
grow as it is thy nature,
true and strong.


there shall come a day of blossoming.
the mockers shall look upon thee with amazement.
for thou art a beauty to behold,
the lovely damask rose.


and they shall come to the fruition that their haste to judge
that they have neglected their own growth.
in this new found sight
the pansy does find its self wilting amongst crab grass.


and when the winter doth come.
the patience of the strong will does endure.
the spring will bring back the blossom of the rose.


and where say are you the pansies?
there is not a sign to be seen.
the mockers come and go.


the rose, well tended, with every season
grows stronger and exceedingly more beautiful!