In the Arms of the Octopus by Zir

Flame Is Her Hair
by Shade

The Dancer glides aethyrs of ecstasy
whirls between conflict and joy
exalts and destroys capriciously
wherever two hands join together

in pearls and blood
surrendered to the flow
sweet death that births
a Child unknown

there is her throne
and there her ritual is fulfilled
and her mystery begins again

opposites cancel
when twin souls touch
and fires explode
to light the blackness

Babalon! Babalon! Babalon!

sorceress and succubus
coalesced sigil of otherness
you who seduce me from every distance
and burn me away in double flames

Babalon! Babalon! BABALON!