Share on ... Twitter Facebook Pinterest Artemis to Pan Artemis to Pan by Sister Beth Kimbell A Paean to my Satyr; a tribute to Aleister Crowley Insatiable Satyr Lover of nymphs and whores Of Mountainous Wilds Sired on Hermes’ tours, O my goat-footed god, Thine pipes entrance all… The hypnotic, chaotic, First notes of your call! By the light in the meadow, Piercing clouds on high See affront, fill my cunt On horn, let fingers fly To the forest of darkness Fruitful vine you stoke By the twitch of the witch I invoke, I invoke! By the flight into whimsy:— Rent the blood queen’s vault, With vim and with quim, Your vim would not halt, The sanguine signature— Sacred serpents entwine, The night of delight You were mine, you were mine! You were mine, O my mate, My master, my priest, By the thrill of the skill Of the Will toward our feast. As I gorge, as I fete, As I suck, as I stroke, By the flood of my blood I invoke, I invoke! By the heavenly coupling Of Satyr and Whore Ascending, transcending— A secret tryst we swore A numinous union I am enthralled, awed, By aesthetic, kinetic, Never-failing rod!— O my goat-footed god, Thine pipes entrance all… The hypnotic, chaotic, First notes of your call! No divinity could tame him, But love did provoke— Horned and horny Hunter I invoke, I invoke! Last modified: 2019/06/03 17:57by John Bell