Dragons among men,the truth-sovereigns
Reign in crimson mantles,
Sceptred with bold knowledge and prosperity.
With golden goblets they toast the sun,
And feast on all the world’s delicacies,
While silver lyres play eulogies
To these twigs of the great tree.
Gift of the black Dragon Queen,
The Mark of Cain, a cross within a circle,
Protects the quarters of the realm;
She lifts the Dew Cup in salute,
The Venus orb brimming with blood royal,
As the line spirals through generations,
Under the moon’s red authority.
Hail the swan I have loved all my life,-
White fire of land,sky and water united-
Under whose wings hide eternal ideas!
Thirty-three degrees of knowledge
Burn in my brain’s nectar, red gold
Of the pineal gland,-come,scarlet woman,
Bless me with the lily in your hand!
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