Lilith To Asmodeus Poem by Barry Van Asten

Struck, by the bornless core of man;
Serpent of doubt and drab dimension;
Bruised bowel of blasphemy, curled anew
And shaped fourfold to our reality and cosmic law:
A crucible wronged - per vas nefandum;
Kteis, let me love thy contour once more.
A uraeus of nature's unleashed force;
The brain beginnings channel electric
Moods of night...the mind is stomping
Over flesh, foretelling the equinox of woman.
Shaitan courses earth-wards, His unholy malevolence:
A union by rite of Lingam damnation
swathed in Ararat silk, and artful - our Lord.
The Hierophant and the Star...
Design and deliberation - bleed
Astrological systems releasing: blind force!
Bones, beautiful bones, I thought.
Kundalini collapse by the fold of coffins,
Cold in the grave, where pulpit geraniums
Are nectar and neutral apparatus in the soul, new born.
Radient with laughter, Achille's sister, the seashell,
Quim-swelled for feasting, and jewelled
Under the night stars, evoking...
Pan, Pamphage, Pangenetor!
In asphodel gardens, a human-beast lurking
Slumps and splutters over the dreaded Goetia,
And Power Words vibrate those ancient shells
And darkness, damned once more to rule
The decay of this spinning speck of a world.