Gebirah and the Reptile

Spiral dancing the fire’s pure display,

honoring the Sun’s ascending parade,

Then returned to the feast of Saints

where spirits were silt like loosened restraints,

and joviality faded the color from our shining faces,

As the shadows grew long from silent places,

except in Gebirah whose refrain

was quite forward and plain,

Whose judgment was absolute of a laughing shell,

who feigned an acute measure of faculty dismissed,

Traded for an unholy bliss,

One man infirm sought to covet what was not given him by request,

Sought to abuse and possess,

a woman who was the object of his desire,

He then asked of the gods of the solar beast

to secure for him the treasure of a scarlet feast.

His vessel filled with the spirit of a beast set to devour,

the vault replete in the hour of wickedness uncoil’d,

Something also arose in Gebirah some agent unspoil’d,

of passion, of fire to quell this cat of slime,

A golden king-pharaoh sublime,

A sacred chief, magus, or angel on high,

this transgression in action Gebirah could not abide,

other spirits arose in the two vessels caught in between

Gebirah’s fire and the reptilian iron,

as bystanders cowered, Gebirah and the Reptile towered,

crowns extended,

As horns of fury unbend,

Gebirah grasped the genii’s bottle,

not spoiling or spilling its contents below,

She ran in haste to conceal the poison draught, 

Reptile-on-Man verily flew after and sought,

drunkenly and possessive to reclaim the distilled spirit,

He confronted and cornered Gebirah in the hearth to hear it,

The Reptile had silenced the voice of the man,

in its place, a spitting sputtering motion ran through his lips

As he spat in her face,

The stoic Queen of apocalypse,

radiant with an auld chivalry,

Knight of Pan of furious ancestry,

Stronger than the weakness before her displayed,

as the man without fire as a puppet enslaved,

By a primordial shadow cruel and unkind,

As they two struggled to the ends of this design,

It was then Gebirah called Frater TARO

Gebirah’s brother of light,

he shot straight up as an arrow to join the fight,

Where he entered and wrestled to exorcise this beast,

and provoke the spirit’s release

Yet the reptile was not moved by such prayers of love,

Instead mocked and snapped as though he had captured the dove,

As auld Ouranos with gnashing teeth tore bone,

tore into the flesh of infant stones;

Driven to the laughter of madness as Gebirah and TARO vexed,

they two perplexed,

Then from the depths of Gebirah’s seas,

arose a voice of the hidden kings, the hidden keys,

who spoke the auld tongue of the reptile’s tribe

The words bound his limbs and severed his pride,

wounded from her dolorous song,

He scratched and writhed at the wrong,

As he said, “don’t shoot the messenger, nor cut me short,

this design is of no uncertain import,

For I was called to enter this place,

asked to possess a scarlet grace,

to take the wild and wicked shrew

but there is more here for me to do,

The feast is abundant in this shell,

a river of blood from the fall;

The absence of the indwelling star-cell

left a crack, a void in the well,

Once I have had my fill,

Then will I abide by your will,”

Thereafter the speech was replaced with the laughter of crows,

As Gebirah turned to descend the stairs below.