The Scarlet Letter
Volume II, Number 4 | May 1995
Column: Heretics for Tea & Crumpets
So Mote it Be
by Dionysos Soter
The heart of heaven beams forth life and bliss
As worlds are hidden
in the serpent's coil.
The horns of mortal change, twixt which there
A gate of love, are turned towards the soil.
Brood of the snake! Droop
down your heads and shoot
Forth venom's ice into the steaming earth.
There germinates the secret branching root
That surfaces in green and
Of stems uplifting leaves and fragrant blooms.
fruits lie rotting on the ground;
And far beyond the tombs, the kings
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