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The Upturned Rookby Frater Pyramidatus
That which is not deadBut can eternal lie
And with strange aeonsEven death may die
Within a dim and lonely cellA nasty place to dwellDid lay the
hero of our taleHis visage etched and pale With all the heartache
that plagues great menHe knew not where, he knew not when
King Lamus Only monsters far belowCould fathom out my worldly
woesOf these confines and dark spun fleshI never fly nor ever
restThis so called life is buried deepIn muck of slime, and
nightmare's sleep
When will I snap the filthy bonds?Is there utopia far beyond?The
putrid corpses, the dusty air Worm infested and turgid lairThis
cursed casket, this hollow roomThere is no birth from such a
womb
My rancid fingers are raw to touchThis empty prison is far too
muchFor my crippled soul to somehow bearThe rags which I am loathe
to wearI shuffle with a croaky moanAll is torment, I am alone
Some dark, insipid ectoplasmLurks with this broken chasmI see
the devils writhe and twistThrough the vague and sombre mistMy only
exit, the one sole hopeTo languish from a hangman's rope
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Who will help me? Who will come?To kill this pandemonium?The
ceaseless pain, the breathless curseWith crawling silence even
worseAll hopes are dashed, there are no plansThis mausoleum of the
damned
My mortal frame is numb and stiffOn this chill floor I slowly
shiftEndless suffering, incessant painMy spirit feeble, and still
the sameAcidic sobs of venomous tearsAre wept across the hateful
years
The ooze of grey and harsh lamentIs voided from the fundamentTo
permeate my sickly beingI pray that I had never seenSuch foulness
and sick disgustPlease release me, you must, you must!
And with this heartfelt tokenMuch to his surpriseA hidden door
did openLamus opened up his eyes
Prison Warder Who is this wretch upon the floor?This cur that
knocks the unseen door? Thou that begs to be redeemedIn the mirror
is the fiendYou committed the cardinal crimesNow squirm and wriggle
in the slime
The desperate twist of exiled snakeShall gnaw your brittle
bonesAnd all the ages acrid acheShall smite you with their moansYou
did fracture the ancient lawNow howl within for evermore
The ebony blood that palpitates your heartThine kinsfolk have
forgotAnd all thine worldly toils of artSuccumb to endless rot
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An interminable waitAn inescapable fate...
The portal it was closed againWith a great cruel thudAnd the
shadow of a thing insaneWent creeping in his blood
King Lamus The vacuum of this clutching hellPervaded by rank and
foetid smellI opt to conjure a purging burnFor sweet finality I
ever yearnOnce there was a sunlit soulNow its just a barren
hole
Burn me! Turn me! Spark the fireA conflagration must be madeTo
cleanse the muck and sullen mireMy hanging tissue must be
flayedOust the mould and cleanse the sinWith Phoenix blaze from
deep within
A torch from the invisible gateSignified some curious fateLamus
thrilled with lissom glowWith vibration quite unknown
Prison Warder You now must exit, please take leaveWe grant this
one concise reprieveA thousand years, or a handful of daysThere is
no variance in the mazeYou have been outside the circles of timeAnd
somehow completed a perilous climb
Go from here, but remember thisYou are now an alchemistThat
grabs sore guilt and bleeding shameAnd washes it in morning rainLay
firm on pain thine secure holdAnd transmute shells to unmixed
gold
In the sphere of spirit playYou have suffered endless daysOf
sharpest grief and hooks of sorrowBut in the playpen of
tomorrow
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You have merely slept an hourBarely one season of a flower
Now emerge and thank the worldFor all the roses still unfurledIn
anticipation of the sunBe no longer the only oneFrom the draught of
love you will takeA morning yawn, and be awake
A thousand spectres from his headTook their leave and quickly
fledLamus now knew he was a kingThe master of innumerable
things
King Lamus What breed of vision have I just dreamt?What reason
plumbed? What meaning meant?I am forsooth a sturdy kingNot some
grubby underling
My palace is stalwart, my gardens growAll does prosper, I do not
knowWhat foul phantasmHaunted deep that filthy chasm
My kingdom it does surely thriveThe proudest island of the
earthAll my subjects are aliveWith gratitude and mirth
With illusion do I not bleed?Curious the throbbing painA crystal
answer I now needWill I ever be the same?
Queen Cornelia My lord from deep dreamsYou have stirredAnd now
it does seemYou are here in the world
King Lamus Only in fraction am I in this placePlease don't
glance upon my faceSuch midnight terrors I have seenTo black
perdition indubitably been
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Queen Cornelia Indigestion it may beThat perhaps has troubled
thee
King Lamus Leave me! Your snivelling must ceaseYou whining hog
and stinking beastI am withdrawing, and going soonFor many a year,
for many a moon
My regal office, this golden crownThe silver orb and purple
gownI do renounce and fling awayAnd my resolve it is today
To turn my back on being kingWith all the eminence it does
bringAll Life's jewels inevitably mustBe ground to ashes and
worthless dust
With my blue blood I will hasten to fillThe gutter buckets and
by divine willGive my bed to peasants and trampsI shout and scream!
I wail and stamp!Upon all empire and worldly graceMy lofty throne
shall be defaced
Queen Cornelia Are you mad? Do you feign To totter from your
golden reign?
King Lamus My marrow's struck with ancient painSo now I view my
life mundaneEven being a forceful kingIs still a loss, and just a
thing A dead leaf tossed into the breezeMotioned by grace, and
toppled with ease
The marble of my throne is eatenBy the Father of TimeAll morale
of my isle is beatenI have crossed the line
Queen Cornelia You are mad! You have the sicknessHave you eaten
of poisoned fruit?I will hasten to find a witnessAnd lay my sword
fast to the rootOf all this babbling and derision
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And of your strange and quick decision
King Lamus Do what you will my so called queenBut do know that
if you had seenSuch evil and unholy dreadYou too would wish the
king was dead
Queen Cornelia We must take task to our high courtAnd pry the
kernel of your thoughtCavan the doctor, Domingo the priestGreeley
your aid, this trio shall ceaseThe complication of this
madnessReplacing it with grateful gladness
Cornelia from the chamber fledTo gather up supportKing Lamus lay
upon his bedThat he did now abhor
Before the king could quick vacateThe grand and royal roomThree
friends now tried to placateThis new found sense of doom
Cavan My queen has posited a queryBorn of odd and dire
theoryThat you are stricken and very illYour majesty I have a
pillTo sooth the roughshod aching painAnd make my lord complete
again
King Lamus There is no tablet that may moveMy ache, nor unction
surely sootheThe deepest, darkest hellish acheNo manly potion I
could takeYour medicine is merely trashThat dragon's fire will turn
to ash
Domingo You must take hold, my king confessWithin the chapel of
holinessDreams of sin and convolutionMay be healed by
absolutionCome to the bosom of the ChurchLet the Lord assuage this
hurt
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King Lamus An atheist, or man of GodWill by the end still slowly
plodThe fiery road to the black bellThat opens up the door of
hellAn endless labyrinthine prismA hopeless and eternal schism
Greeley Granted I am not a priestOr wise in medicine wayYet
admit me this at leastThat my lord must steadfast stayWith his
proud kingdom of the yearsOr else your subjects shed the tearsOf
desertion and derisionMy highness halt your bold decisionAt least
the short length of one dayUntil your fever's fled away
King Lamus Greeley, the wisest of them allShall plummet also and
quickly fallInto dark hungers of the pitOf devil dung and demon
shit
Queen Cornelia I know all toys shall turn to rustBut what of
joy, and what of us?Does our long and ageless loveHave place in
heaven far above?
King Lamus Avert such sobbing from my gaze Turn your heart and
face awayThere is no archetypal loveOf the serpent or the doveTo
calm or soothe my bitter stingNo poem wise, nor words to sing
But one voice from a western wind One omen alone. I am destined
To kingly fetters sharply sliceAnd regal office sacrificeI will
quickly expediteMy egress from royal rite
From the palace Lamus ranInto the dusty streetsOnly bedclothes
on the man
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And nothing on his feet
For the space of one mad hourHe sprinted to the outskirtsWith
little grace but all the powerUnless his heart did hurt
King Lamus At last I am wholly freeFrom all the world's
iniquityAbove does roll the cloudless skyWith waxing moon and sun
on highI will walk rough lengths of earthAnd keep well hid my royal
worthBut a million men espyI must be hid and don disguiseAnd shift
from one so consecratedTo a ghost that isn't ratedAmong those of
royal bloodRather a peasant of the mud
Adorned by sunlight, by air caressedWith ointment of such
lovelinessWho would want to be a king?It is indeed a hopeless
thingBetter instead the freedom of fineIntangible things that
elevate mindFrom the kingdom of muck and realm of the earthTo a
rectified state of far greater worthI am now the secret childOf all
things open and all that's wild
We must close the hermetic lidMy true identity must be hid
God must have seen his sudden plightFor in the corner of his
sightWas a monk, sprightly and blueThat slowly walked into his
view
King Lamus You that tread barefoot on roadConcealed within a
humble robeOne fast favour I do askTo thou behind the cloth that
masksYour age and beauty, your name and raceAnd everything about
the place
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From where you came and where you'll goThere's one thing that I
wish to knowWill you give your monk's attireTo a king that seeks
the Higher?
Monk My lord imperial, my royal highnessI wish one could respond
with kindnessBut no man may earn this robeWithout renouncing all
the globeWith all the purses of its pleasureAnd pleasant chords of
such fine treasure
King Lamus I spit out what this planet offersAnd all rare gems
of ancient coffersMean about as much to meAs bitter salt within the
sea
Monk Threefold is our ancient lawBend thy frame if you want
more
Although the king was most respectedHe had thrown far his
crownAnd to the monk he genuflectedBowing slowly down
Monk I do declare from this time henceYou will have obedienceAnd
in the name of the one LordPure and simple your rewardTo higher
wisdom we make hasteIndefatigably chaste
The trident of the ancient seaObedience! Simplicity!But the
greatest of the threeStill remains as Chastity!
Solemnly do give your wordThat all instruction has been
heard
King Lamus I swear it!
The chaste monk was not a prudeCos in a moment he was nude
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Monk Before we dropped from divine GraceBeing sky clad was the
normEden garden was the placeOf natural and naked form
As bare white candles burning in blissWe were unashamedOur only
clothes translucent mistWe had not mortal names
Our skin was kissed by orb of sunWe had not cares at
allProtected by the glorious oneNo pride from which to fall
Before you the monk assumeRemember this one rhymeThat to eat the
fruit that loomsOn twisted tree of crime
Is poison without compareA certain inebriationThe darkly
splendid serpent's lairBeyond all comprehension
The snake and Christ they are the sameBoth offer you the tasteOf
sustenance sweet and derangedAlthough of different place
The blood of Christ, the sweet wine redThe harvest of the
serpent's headOne limply hanging from the treeThe other sweet
simplicity
King Lamus What riddle do you cunningly speak of?What sense from
senselessness thereof?
Monk Do you eat of the corrupt tree That grows beneath the
sky?
King Lamus Verily I've tasted treatsAnd drunken all the wineWith
every delight in many realms!Fermented fruits may overwhelm
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The fairy folk of yesteryearBut my monk please have no fearThat
some sodom apple might uprootMy indulgent mindNor any flower nor
any shootMake my sense unwind
Monk Yet ye still have nowhere swallowedThe toxin of the keenest
sorrow
King Lamus No need for such a sacramentOr desire pang for that
lament
Monk Why do you seek the elder god?Why would ye yield the golden
rod?
King Lamus I merely crave the simpler fareAway from guilt and
drab nightmare
Monk There is no grace, there is no guiltThis is the law, do
what thou wilt
King Lamus What do you mean?
Monk Shame. Because thou seekestI'll not reveal the arcanaYou
alone must keepestThe pivot point of karma
We must now part to divergent waysAnd roam about the
landThroughout the twisting forest mazeYe will find the great god
Pan!
Lamus donned the sky blue robeAnd hastened to the woodsHe
hurried down the woodland roadJust like a pilgrim should
King Lamus I hazard to the green abyssTo leaf and branch of
wildernessWith dew I will be baptised pureAnd travel deep into the
lureOf treetop silence and mystic windAmongst the fauns and satyr
kin
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From a king to monastic manWho seeks the pedestal of Pan!
Ethereal steam rare and fineLeisurely twisted in his
mindBarefoot he strode in threadbare robeCompassing the unmarked
road
The tender orb of setting sunWithin his heart the pendulumOf
royal days and rotten nightsCeased by shafts of orange light
Sombre droop of mellow duskSlowly threshed his kingly huskThe
world an oyster, the sun his pearlBlended azures of peace
unfurled
Each star become a silver studOne could hear the gentle thudOf
Earth itself in cocooned sleepUnsealed arenas, nocturnal beasts
The badgers, foxes and vigilant owlsEach in turn gave midnight
howlsThe moonlight with it's austere potionFilled all hollows with
silver lotion
King Lamus leaned on oaken oldEmbraced by its ancient holdIn
that moment all things royalWere surrendered to the soil
His bed a carpet of dead leavesCrowned with unseen purple
wreathHe plummeted to onyx deepRepose of silence and cradled
sleep
The great god Pan did surely deemA king did dream the dreamless
dreamBefore Nature's lullaby had been spokenHe had sudden and quick
awoken
King Lamus How long did the lord of acorns keepMe wrapped up in
woodland sleep?
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It is a quiz to surely guessThe extent to which the
wildernessSheltered my in its green handsWas it one night or one
lifespan?The riddle playing on my mindNot one of space, but one of
time
Let's get on our naked feetAnd forage something fast to eat
Lamus with impatience soughtYet all his searching came to
noughtTo find black truffle or tasty shootLet alone delicious
fruit
After he had desperately scoured The wood for many hungry
hoursHe happened on a verdant clearing With sun and cloud for
gentle ceiling
With mushrooms it was quite surroundedThe little soft ones did
sprout unboundedSo with his robe he made a cupAnd pick by pick he
filled it up
And by the time the sun did diveBeyond the silhouettesHe had
compressed a goodly findWithin the blue bent net
King Lamus What venom lurks within these sporesThese mushrooms
from the grassy floor?
My body's sweetly numbYet throbbing overcomes
Me....
I was the king of a great nationNow bitter sweet intoxicationHas
me in its violet gripThe core of mind doth languid slipTo a kiss of
infinite proportionsAnd endless drugged distortion
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Let's dwell in the wildernessWith Pandemonium's poemsWith the
ode of fiery furnaceWith leprechauns and gnomes
With...
Flexing circuits of tree twisted bloodFlow throughout the
midnight mudSacred floods do softly nourishThe neon flowers that
skyward flourishAnd all proud trees that softly quiverFeed upon an
endless river
A bleeding well of diving springThe mother of a million
thingsFilters through the veins of leavesGushing into ruby
streamsThe heartbeat of a hundred oaksIn scarlet fluid gently
soaked
The willow root it stretches downTo drink vermilion wineThe
sacrament it stirs no soundNor consciousness of timeI languish in a
sweet retireUnto this blood I do aspire
Pan! Great gnarled god and beastInvite me to your mighty
feastFill my void and aching heartFrom the wine press of thine
artDrench me in the bitter lakeWith great Gaia's blood to take
The chasm is open, the colours floodWith iridescence on the
mudDeep purple of moonlightVague orange of sunSilver blue flecking
and whiteOf the One
Who is the God that makes the grass green?Where is the blood and
river that teemsIn the puppet garden of Pan?
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Deep within untrodden landsThis drugged kaleidoscope Pupil of
the Eye of HorusIt turns pitch darkness to hopeWith its rainbow and
its chorus
We cannot simply cease or desist Surrounded by colours that do
not existThe prism refracted from pole to poleThe schism reflected
from soul to soulA golden lock and silver keyThrills with
electricity
Turn the lock! Burn my brain!It is a gift to be insaneLet the
colours sharp infectMy dull and worldly intellectOpen me up! Let me
die!Rip my heart out! Let me fly!
From treetops greener than the grassFrom flowers bluer than open
skyOne simple token I do askPlease let me in this moment dieAnd
spill my life more red than rubyLet Life's sweet panic swiftly move
me
Drive your ancient crystal swordInto my weak and willing
trunkMake sweet death my last rewardThe mandrake eaten, and hell
broth drunkLet me burst! Rend me asunder!With your proud and hungry
thunder!
Out of dusky, crawling depthsLamus heard the loud footstepsOf
hoofs breaking the bones of the treesAnd panic's nerve did slowly
seizeUpon his dark inebriationAnd the blacker concentrationOf a
fearful, bitter dreadCloser the clamour did slowly tread
King Lamus Are you Pan? Are you a man?
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Erwin You flatter me sir, to call me the kingBut by all means
you mustCavort with us, the nightshade thingsAnd lend to us your
trust
King Lamus What are you? Why do you not show yourself?Are you
gnome, or faun, or fairy or elf?
Erwin My friends call me Erwin, and I'm from the placeThat has
no name among your raceBefore you may see me in my truest formTo
answer a question is always the norm
King Lamus Ask it.
Erwin You that would conjure the great god PanIs he a god, a
beast or a man?
King Lamus He is all three yet also noneFrom divine paradox is
he spunA beast that talks in words of silenceA god that blesses
thee with violenceA horned man, a learned goatThere is no higher
noteThat can with music still expressThe poems of his
loveliness
Erwin You tongue is true
The first thing that Lamus espiedWas Erwin's purple piercing
eyesTwo twisted and gnarled shining hornsWhiter than sunlight,
brighter than dawnAn ebony frame some seven foot tallWith razors
for teeth and sharp bitter clawsCovered in auburn and orangey
furHis clothing a dizzy and hideous blurOf forest leaf, bone,
feathers and branchMulticoloured and still breathing plantsHung
around his muscular chestA silver pentagram proudly did rest
King Lamus My mother warned of fauns like youNever to trust, she
always taught true
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Erwin My mother was a western windUpon which seven voices were
singingShe taught that man is full of sinThat was my upbringing
Enough of talk with human tongueThe bell is struck, its voice
has rungNow you must drink the fiery brothUnleash within the night
of wrath
King Lamus Without hesitation I will drinkPass me any
bottleWithout contemplation I do thinkI will surely throttleIts
contents loose within my bowelsAnd let rip the beastly howls
Erwin It is no vessel of artifice earthlyThat I do here mentionI
doubt whether you are worthyForgive my condescension
King Lamus A fruit guarded by a snake?
Erwin It will give rise to belly acheAnd awful pains beyond
beliefA certain sting, and sudden griefAnd only if you do not
dieMay you come a fraction to lieWithin the astral hood of night
And then receive the sapphire lightOf us! The secretive night
breedThose born of lust and demon seedYou shall barter your
humanityFor a sure and sharp insanity
King Lamus Lead me to this fruit of deathI offer up my last
breath For a bitter fruit to tasteIndulge me now and please make
haste
Erwin I cannot simply offer upEven one sip from such a cup
King Lamus But I have tossed away my crown
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From an isle of great renownEvery pleasure of the earthAll the
delights, every worthFrom a king to a monk to what?What will be my
final lot?
Erwin Indeed a man of sacrifice greatBut you must patiently
waitA crown of thorns is still a crownPiercing your mortal and
bleeding frown
Of us there is no timely sorrowNo silver yesterday or golden
tomorrowAlways here in endless danceWe never leave our timeless
trance
The dilemma you are inAnd the question deep withinIs to die a
mighty kingOr devour the stealthy thingTo live evermore as feral
creatureMarked by vile and obscene feature
Your palace you cannot mendYou have lost your only friendIt
seems you are truly lostIn old cruelty of the frost
The Abbey of Thelema you must seek
King Lamus What is this that you do speak?
Erwin Are you not swathed with their sky colour?It is formless,
purest blueNay! Even sunlit heaven's dullerThan the cyan that
surrounds you
King Lamus I cannot fathom these last two daysMy mind is sunk in
confused hazeI merely wish to vacate the nightThat bred such
hateful, icy frightAll the pleasures of a robust kingWere dashed by
the demons it did bringI cannot relive that fearful dreamThat dire
crater of unheard screams
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Erwin Without doubt of one slight grainYou are confused in the
mainWith the pressures of a kingForget yourself, begin to sing
King Lamus I could not bear it
Erwin I still swear itThe Thelemic Abbey you will findTo cleanse
the sorrow of your mind
King Lamus If your hell fruit won't cleanse my angst Perhaps I
should go join their ranks
Erwin Rather than biting demon seedWash thine woes with angels'
meadThe monkish draught it may fare betterThan the fixed immortal
fetterOf us the night breed in this woodGo and find
beatitudeUnravel your dire complicationWithin the Abbey's
consecrationThis path to tread thou really mustAshes to ashes, and
dust to dust
In that moment of far profoundErwin the faun did cease to
soundHis wisdom and his sage opinionAnd went back to the countless
minionsOf Pan the great and mighty godThe wielder of the golden
rod
Some darkly bird of unknown typeWith scroll held tight in
beakDescended from indifferent skyAnd relinquished at his feet
A cartography of where to findThe conventicle of holinessThe
home of mythic wineAnd end to his dire loneliness
It marked out crude the coast of GuyonNear the Mount of
Peace
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By the rocks that sturdy lie onThe border of the sea
King Lamus My countenance it has a smileThanks a thousand for
this planThe Abbey's merely thirty milesBarefoot trek across the
land
Just one gold day to quick traverseAnd then of things divine
converseLet's hope the wisdom of these monksWill fill my bare and
empty trunk
The vacant hollow with aching queryWanting pinpoint and secure
theoryOf why all matters of the worldHave been by me so quickly
hurled
Into a bottomless abyssThronged with dark and creeping mistsI am
the lost yet fervent seekerI am no more my brother's keeper
Erwin's advice did reinforceHis efforts to briskly strollThe
blue veiled king took rapid courseA monastery his goal
The sands of time they quickly fledAnd half a day was goneThirty
happy miles were treadWith glad verse and joyous song
Yet instead of edifice proudLay sprawling open groundIn the
middle stood the doorAnd writ upon this deep etched law The Portal
DO WHAT THOU WILT above the gate,
True freedom is your golden fate,A year of toil, a time of
strain,A link within the iron chain,If high initiation's what you
want,Thou must first become a Postulant.
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Next, one must forge the mortal frame,To one of strength, and
surely aim,Towards a body of tempered steel,A toughened spoke
within the wheel,The Novice is the second grade,Be thou athlete,
unafraid.
Then, we arouse thine intellect,To seek all cause, and all
effect,Three years of study, science and books,Preparing to receive
the LVX,Disciple is the triune grade,Seeking to yield the inner
blade.
Four years of sincere magick work,Where angels sing and demons
lurk,The Aspirant seeks the planets seven,And vows to keep the
spheres eleven,Theurgy high, and goetia low,This grade commands the
astral glow.
If all rites are duly kept,Then thou may progress to Adept,Five
years of silent contemplation,Thou wilt strive through
meditation,Seek to unite with cloudless sky,Answer the query, Who
am I?
Fifteen years of thine devotion,Of settled work and calm
emotion,And thou hast the Master's word,To the profane one is
unheard,Thou art crowned with scarlet fire,Freed from the shackles
of desire.
If for ten moons thou art well hid,Within the depths of
pyramid,Make lead to gold, ego to id,Do only as the gods would
bid,The Abbot earns divinity,Borne of austere simplicity.
King Lamus Where's the abbey? Where's to findThis house of old
ApolloWhere's the path? What certain line
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To tread and then to follow?
Indeed a door without a keyBounding the unboundedAn entrance to
the anarchyOf woodland far surrounded
Upon the gate lay bare a bellWith brass clanger on orange ropeHe
bashed it hard and rang it wellHis last and only hope
The copper metal sounded deepInto the brown recessesA resonance
that slowly leapedWith proud and loud excesses
This violent resounding triggerMade appear a blue clothed
figureFrom out of nowhere he appearedHis hooded face did slowly
leer
Sentinel Behold thou the mystic flame,The one immortal
token,Shimmering its silent name,And force ever unspoken.
The stillness of the water's face,Reflects thine pure
devotion,No feeling leaves its coloured trace,Or tainting of
emotion.
The night is one, the air is still,No rustling leaves below,The
silent sky no clouds do fill,With all the stars on show.
The globe it turns, this world it spins,Our orbit goes
around,The axis of a million things,Without the slightest
sound.
O thou Satan come not hence,Thine legions are no more,The wand
it brings divine defence,
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From Elohim Gibor!
Leviathan! Bid thy legions,Lay locked in depths of hell,Come not
to this sacred region,In the holy Name of El!
Lucifer! Command thy servants,That from this place they fly,Let
there be no sly transference,In the Name Shaddai El Chai!
Away from here, thou proud Belial!All thine armies must
divest,Their demon swords, and not defile,In Adonai Ha Aretz!
We pray by this sacred pyre,The fire that can't be lost,To help
our dead man thus aspire,To the holy flame Qadosh.
We pray that the heavens high,Give one drop from above,A man
thus dead, he cannot die,The quintessence known as love.
We pray that on the Plane of Swords,His mind be true and
ready,Even a dead man needs his thoughts,To be single, clear and
steady.
We pray for strength of mortal frame,And body free from ill,Help
this dead man strongly aim,His instrument of will.
The one Hadit, the core of fire,Pushing forward to break the
bar,To the space depths we thus aspire,Thou distant diamond and
lonely star.
We swim through the vast expanse,Our souls they ever yearn,The
planets spin, and moons they dance,
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The constellations turn.
Thou art the one true Queen of Space,Thy song runs ever through
it,The chorus of love does ever race,Through the firmament of
Nuit!
We praise the labyrinth so vast,The infinite adytum,And legacy
of distant past,Thine pinnacles still heighten.
King Lamus What is this? And who art thou?What riddles do you
keep?Answer me this here and nowWhat mysteries you speak?
The gatekeeper gave signs of silenceWith tokens of potential
violencePointing to a pyramidBy pine and oak it was well hid
Lamus knew within his heartThe reason of this angled archFor ten
moons a silent stayUntil that great and diamond day
He would emerge from the cocoonThe warm and peaceful wooden
womb
He drew nearer to the prismAn oubliette of NuitThe endless
silent prisonAnd quickly jumped into it
The sloping walls they were adornedWith elemental sigilsTo frame
calm dusk to crazy dawnAnd comfort his slow vigil
A platinum chain with amulet crestedLay still snake on the
floorWith one precept alone investedSILENCE HERE FOR EVERMORE
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The capstone was invisibleAnd lay open to the skyHis resolve it
was invincibleTo ten months herein lie
The first moon had a long allureWith nought but rainfall to give
tasteHe slowly made his body pureAnd breathed out all the waste
Following this he taught his mindTo only dream of archetypeThe
central kernel he did findIn pure and astral light
The third was spent in subtle verseLamus studied long and hardHe
strove to find the roots of wordAnd all the poet art
To master passions and deep emotionWas the task of the fourth
moonHe settled all the loud commotionWith silent, settled tunes
A contemplation of the sunIntergalactic songOccupied the next
long monthOf golden orb so strong
To free himself from proud carnalityThe sixth moon was
devotedLamus renounced with strong finalityAnd The Devil was
demoted
The seventh was of intellectTo purge all logical defectsHe
sought to plumb all contradictionAnd relieve his mind of constant
friction
The third month was perhaps the longestThe truth of unplumbed
sorrowHe sought in that great ocean strongestA hope for some
tomorrow
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Change was the penultimate keyThe ninth moon occupiedLamus began
to slowly seeAll karma thus defied
The final month it was austereWith meditation of the OneHe
partly thought the end was nearAlthough it had just begun
Two hundred and eighty little marksUpon the pyramid wallGave
sure proof the ordeal was pastKing Lamus stood tall
He climbed outside the polygonAnd to his staggered sensesThe
forest and the sky had goneReplaced with royal fencesOf his velvet
palace bedFour oaken posts in regal red
He had returned unto his palaceFar from Nature's dreamOr
demoniacal maliceAll was quite serene
Queen Cornelia My lord from deep dreamsYou have stirredAnd now
it does seemYou are here in the world
King Lamus How long have I slept?
Queen Cornelia For ten hours you have keptA secure and solid
holdOn rest within your purple fold
King Lamus The labours of a king grown old!