Dark entities from the nether side
Are stealing slantways into our world,
Ravens from the Tree of Death
Are whudding through the twilight.
See what horrors are falling
Out of the coils of the Mother Serpent,
Writhing in her Sumerian lair.
Armed with craft and ritual, the mage
May come this way unharmed,
But the naked blunderer, lured in
Without protection, will lose mind
And soul, plucked like a chicken
And stuffed into the cooking pot.
What shall I be next? Wolf or tiger
Or hyena? Rise or fall is all the same;
The hallowed claw shines red with God.
Have you found the hidden door
In the Abyss, that yawns onto madness,
Immolation, perversion, and murder?
The spider is wise to your dealings,
And the crab has your life in his claw;
The horned toad lords on your shoulder.
Take care; fight on, for spiritual glory
With sorcery, and, against the night, win
The world’s mystery, else perish, undone.
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