Share via Share via... Twitter Facebook Pinterest WhatsAppRecent ChangesSend via e-MailPrintPermalink × In the Red Room of the Rose Croix. The bleeding gate of God unveils its rose; The cavernous West swallows the dragon Sun; Earth’s darkness broods on dissolution, A mother-vulture, nested on Repose. Ah then! what grace within our girdle glows, What crimson web of will-work, wizard-spun To garb thy glee-gilt heart, Hilarion, An Alpenbluehn on our star-crested snows! O scarlet flower, smear honey on the thigh Of this thy bee, that sucks thy sweetness dry! O bower of sunset, bring me to thy sleep Wherein move dreams stained purple with perfumes, Whose birds of paradise, on Punic plumes, Declare dooms undecipherably deep! Thelema If you have found this material useful or enlightening, you may also be interested in Thelema Liber Legis, The Book of the Law Ordo Templi Orientis A∴A∴ Trademark Ordo Templi Orientis, O.T.O., and the O.T.O. Lamen design are registered trademarks of Ordo Templi Orientis. Copyright All copyrights on Aleister Crowley material are held by Ordo Templi Orientis. This site is not an official O.T.O. website, and is neither sponsored by nor controlled by Ordo Templi Orientis. The text of this Aleister Crowley material is made available here only for personal and non-commercial use. This material is provided here in a convenient searchable form as a study resource for those seekers looking for it in their research. For any commercial use, please contact Ordo Templi Orientis. Last modified: 2017/01/07 19:34by John Bell