Mine the cup of crimson blood
that scarlet tips the upraised rood.
The rose, the serpent, and the sacred flame,
these are sigils of my name.
Speak them as you come to bed,
and through my veils you shall be lead
to mysteries sacred and profane
as into my cup your blood must drain.
May you dream no more of the world beyond
the golden cup of Babalon.
Reposted from MySpace blog September 24, 2008
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