Dear Moonchild

I would not be too selfish as

Succubus of your native substance

When I am truly hungry

Nor leave you bitter

After I am exhausted of you:

If guilt and blame be done

I need not the wit to know

Your trust and fascination

Was burned by my eyes

You had me hooked

For you are most beautiful

And fair, mesmerised we then

In ritual union of bone and ring

Like all narcotic good we shared

The elixir fluids of our love.

The night when a candescent moon

Gave birth to you

And I possessed you undelayed

For I was never remiss

In capturing your eyes

Untainted and undaunted

By my reputation:

My will has no enemies

And few would see my visions

For they are too weak

And cowed by tableted laws

Thelema come to me!

That I remain unrestrained

For it is my destiny

To force inferiority

To recognise me

As its holiest master.

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