Tincture of the Black Rose

Tincture of the Black Rose.

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The spagyric Witch of yore,
distils the Black Rose tincture.
Concocts her cure mysterious
from the petal and the thorn.
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The whirling-vortex of her spired crown,
reverses life into mortido dark.
Sweet-poisons my mind with bitter brew,
the magic potion of her craft.
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Guided by her totem cat 
into the primordial forest old.
I'm led into a secret grove
to see a fiery Star aglow.
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From this mortal world dispelled
she transports me up on high.
Sweeps away the dross of sleep,
and with the shiny raven flies.
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Virgin, Crone, and holy Whore,
Kali, Aphrodite, Lilith, all divine,
in giddy and naked ecstacy
round-dance inside my haunted mind.
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Rising up, from earth to fire sublimed,
the Black Serpent, Kaliya, dawns.
Atop the Burning Bush abright,
the Witch's Child is crucified reborn.
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