Fires Of Haures Poem by Diana Thoresen

Fires Of Haures



The meek sun is shriveling into ashes
Blue twilight flames are shining
With the rosy horns of the mighty Venus

A terrible leopard is riding through
The deep blue like thunder
The fetal facade of the day is
Nonchalantly thrown away

An iron cauldron of black fire is born
To burn the world that has seen
Too much of sin and too little of God
Red shell ginger flowers are blowing

Crimson kisses to the fiery duke with
Eyes aflame
Flamboyant sun-loving heliconias are shedding
Their red, yellow, orange and pink agates

The cryptocrystalline rhizome of fire is now
Sending out roots into the very essence of night
Where the entire creation is unlocked and unleashed
And Destiny is harnessed by the Titans

Fires Of Haures
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
The Demon Haures (Hauras, Haurus, Havres, Flauros) is a Fallen Angel and the 64th of the 72 Spirits of Solomon. Haures reigns as a duke with 36 Legions of Demons under his command. He appears first as a terrible leopard but, if commanded, will change shape into a man with fiery eyes and a terrible countenance. If invoked into the magician's triangle, he will give true answers to questions about the past, present, and future; outside the triangle, he will lie. Haures will talk openly of divinity, the creation of the world, and the fall of the Angels, including his own fall. He will destroy and burn one's enemies but will protect those who invoke him from temptation, spirits, and other dangers.
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