The Devil I know

We used to paint the rocks with stars to call him forth from our dreams. He haunted and inspired us in the stillness.

We used to sing into the fires that breathed forth from the trees in storms. We knew He had come among us in luminous mantle, horns and tines.

We used to fuck in riverbeds to See Him dance from wakened mist.

We used to hang garlands at the May to behold the Gentleman ask for the Lady's hand. For all our hands.

We used to go to ancient roads where Romans once had trod in grief, insurrection and terror...and we used to leave keys there and wait for the Wind-Rider...

He is at the heart of every citadel, He who has been called the Devil, the Lucifer, the Dark One, the Prince of Lies, but who is the Liberator of Truth. He is the Outcast who has become the Consort of all who have come to the Crossroads.

He is as the Whole World and the Weight of Every Word. He is a smith to the forge of the tongue to the mouth.

We seek Him but do not find Him until He has overcome our senses with the Will of a Lover. With every fibre of fate-pulsed ferocity He is here.

I find Him in the places the Fortress has disdained and vilified. He is the villain in the Story of the Kings of Cruelty. He is come. He is come. He is come.

With our cunning, and our love, our kindness and our daring...the Light-bearer will bring fruit from the fecund dream of Darkness. He ensorcels my breath. I seduce His Spirit.

- written 9 years ago. x