The Necromancer first noticed her magic
at seven, when her cousin passed.
Thunder descended upon her planet
to whisper a soft, solemn song of despair
and she knew, before anyone told her,
she knew death.

At thirteen, Pops followed into darkness,
but the Necromancer saw him again.
He walked her otherworldly dreams
in some distant galaxy, he held her
crying frame, he pleaded between sobs:
Take care of the living.

Still, the Necromancer never ceased to go
into other realms, flirting with the abyss,
colouring neverlands with her imagination.

It all changed when her youngest sibling
Fell.

Now, only sometimes,
when a full moon looms over silver clouds,
only then she peers behind the veil
and visits her brother in another existence.
They talk, they laugh, they cry,
but she always returns home,
because he is the one soul
with the magic to convince her
to live.

May there be a secret portal ,
old heartbeat of the earth ,
Dreamt Cupid stolen in his
sleep ,
by Darkness unobserved .
☆
Coincidentia
oppositorum ,
Storm Angel and Wild Beast ,
Union of the Devouring Snake
and Lovers of the Chemical Feast .
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When time has come full circle
and the tempest calls to
fly ,
we will meet in golden sunset ,
where our hearts are three ,
six , nine .

Soft cool sensual shadows
play over the almost
silent stream ,
as languidly it ripples
over pebbles and mossy rock .
☆
Now and then , moonlight
catching little diamonds
of shimmering light
danced in our lover's eyes .
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The stately willow tree was
a cathedral of luscious green vine ,
swaying gently and communing
with the flying things of the night .
☆
On the bank near that whispering tree ,
we kneel together, not touching
both gazing into the
cool clear mirror of the
stream .
☆
Then , at once , we are on
an old wooden bridge .
Vast plains of vibrant sound
stretch beyond imagination
to Infinity .
☆
A gentle breeze moves brightly
coloured flags
over far off golden pavilions .
There is sunshine ,
but it is cool and sweet .
☆
You smile
as we float above the bridge ,
drifting in the magic scented
air .

On a sacred mount of olives
where they mirror each their hearts ,
In a meadow of wild flowers
where their love can never
part .
☆
The dreaming of the Logos
and spirits secure their way ,
While strange and mythic creatures
will frighten fear away .
☆
In pure light forever
their souls are intertwined ,
Magician and Priestess ,
there was no-one of their kind .

Sartori-Falcon and Hathor
eternally dreaming
in clear mountain air ,
employ Lotus Flower
and Key of Life
in service of the Pneuma .
☆
KA.       BA.       AKH.       RA.
All lives , translucent
films in space .
Like a waterfall
of magical numbers
and codes of the ancients .
☆
Then , initiation to the
realm of the senses ,
through a rich fabric
of symbols , sound and light .
☆
While souls of the
bright star children
cross the galaxies
to their new green home .
☆
Blending their true selves
with the energy of animal spirits ,
they dance cosmic
telluric currents and solar winds .

Soft light of
Autumn day ,
in sun-shower and memory
and dreaming away .
☆
While humming birds now
in her outstretched hands ,
tell of strange customs
in far away lands .
☆
Where surrounded by every
beast , bird and faun ,
she sings sacred songs
and a new world is born .

She is heralded by
the barking of dogs ,
the triple moon goddess
Hecate , Diana or Lucina .
☆
She wanders the Night ,
the crossroads
three ,
resplendent in moonlight ,
she is keeper of the keys .
☆
In time of Dark Moon ,
through secret doorway ,
protected by
wolves ,
she walks with the dead ,
☆
She wanders the Night .

Season of the Snake
on the mountains of the Moon .
We ride on the wind
like vagabond drifters and are
lovers of  inter-dimensional time
☆
Across three civilisations
and tortured dark centuries in
between ,
from the reign of Queen
Hatshepsut
and in the time of Tiberius
Caesar
when Satan himself was
     delighted and then deceived .
☆
We saw the Great Plague of  Vienna
in the year of our lord 1679 .
Then , slowly moving west
toward Paris and the eighteenth  century ,
we would lay dreaming
of hermetic clockwork and love.
☆
But it was back in Old Vienna ,
surrounded by pestilence and
death ,
you became a being of light ,
in the Hospice of the Brothers
of the Holy Trinity ,
A pulsating emerald aurora ,
and I remembered how much  I loved you .