Baphomet And The High Altar
by Charles E S Fairey
Baphomet upon His Magical Throne Thy Sacred Altar where He sits alone, The peaceful essence all around Upon His Head sun rays crowned. Incense burning to His Side Upon The Altar fairies ride, Elves and his faithful driads dance About this place of Nature’s romance. Where Great Magicians leapt To the Gods where knowledge kept, The Secret of Thy Sacred Being Baphomet’s veiled Eyes now All Seeing. The Twin Pillars at its entrance Here I sit conjuring induced trance, To commune within Spirit Realm Baphomet upon his Altar helm. Here My Mind feels at peace Where energies of spirits never cease, The ether very thin Heaven above This place home to His Pagans Love. Here now and evermore, though many haven’t met The Majestic Lord of All, Baphomet, The High Altar, The Sun and His Horns Where dreams and heavens are born, And evil spirits let, For here I Live, Your Baphomet. |
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