Priest of Babalon

As She and he went ever hand in hand Across the hills, down lonely lands; They captured starry shells upon the sands And lay enchanted by the tracts of time, So She, who loved him for his love of her, Made him the heir to her secrets and signs And In the great Temple of green and gold . She taught the magick from days of old; Revealed the velvet secret of the rose; And see within him Her magick grow, She breathed divinity into his heart, That rare unity that never parts. And from whence each dark moon the silver beams Her priest draws down roses and lives his dreams. Gil