The Angel Web

From the summits of the Sirian domain

Benevolent sorceress

She is the love and wrath

That quickens the dead

She is the angel web

Behold the aeon of Maat

She doth shine-from the Sirian domain

I have been chosen-by her mighty passion

To stand from the pits-of the conquering end!

She is the web-

Opening out the withering path-

Of demented silence.

The seals of the 12 Olden

Are in the chains of fire

She is the web-

Genines in the stormgate

Transform throughout me

In the furnace of your vision in reptillian blue and golden skin!

My heart is black-with tyranny whisper your

screaming flames into my veins

She is the angel-That ignites the pestilant winds

For she does know the tongue of Oanner an the

dragon kings the powers of the 12 thunder beast

Are set encrowned upon her head the women of the serpents wind!

Her beauty is studded with the sovereignty eyes

Of my celestial chamber and my celestial shrine-

She bewitches-the red deserts-on the dark days-

of rebellion

She has shadowed her bewitching eyes welcoming the

zenith, of my storm-Form the maelstrom-of the earth-I have been chosen-by her mighty passion