~Artemis~ The thirteenth has come again... But is still the first, And is always the only one-at the moment. Art thou, oh my queen the first or the last? Art thou king, the sole or the final lover? Love her who loves you from the cradle to the grave; She whom alone I love, loves me most tenderly: Death she is, or the dead one... Oh delight, oh torment! The rose that she holds is the Omega, the one in many. Holy wanderer with your hands full of fire, Rose with a violet heart, Ancient Eves flower... Have you discovered your flower in the desert sky? Wither, white roses, fall; You insult our gods! Fall, white phantoms, out of the burning sky; The saint of the abyss is more saintly to my eye. -Gerard De Nerval
Posted on: Tue, 29 Oct 2013 19:47:10 +0000
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