Raising its horns
Proudly lifting
The hooves
In denial of decay
The Moon like a white rose glares
Flowers of fear
Fertility like a shadow
Fading crimson
My memories
The Sun falls and the world grows dim
’Tell us, how will our end come?
‘Have you found your beginning
That you are looking for the end?
The end is where you started’
’Tell us, how will our end come?
‘You who stand at the beginning
You will know the end
And not taste death
Birth is pain-filled
Death is rebirth
Like a bloom withers at night
Sleep until the Moon and stars die
The pentagram, engraved and luminous
A word of truth, the night star
Burns aside the invisible
Mystery, the shadow of the night
From the earth is drawn the blood that’s risen from below
