New Awakenings

I have no converse with the angel-kind

Once only saw the Demon at his work

In headstrong days when tempestuous youth was blind

To the hidden depths where nether forces lurk.

There are endless worlds that wait to be revealed

Though I have not the skill nor discipline,

A higher music is my occult field,

It vibratory modes sound within.

Music from the strings of a thousand lyres

And love divine that through my spirit sings

Prompt me to light the sacrificial fires,

Prepare my soul for new awakenings.