*I dedicate this poem to Bud Edward. He is the inspiration for this poem. Because of that, in a way...it is as much his poem as my own.*

1.
Malkuth

The Prince of Swords
On a quest
Looked to the stars
To find his Princess

The stars glittered in the thousands
Princesses a many of vice
These would not suffice

2.
Yesod

Amid the midnight twinkle
He saw the moon holding court
Princesses by the thousand…too mundane
A queen of Luna he would make

He climbed so high to the heavens
Slew clouds and the fallen with his sword
Till he reached her inner sanctum
And freed her from her glowing orb

3.
Hod

Fascinated by his moon goddess
With magickal secrets sewn into her bodice
The deity in reality
Was a woman of Scarlet

The champion brought her to his kingdom
Sat her on his own throne
Lavished her with kisses in their home

Soon…as the Prince passed to King
He came to discover
He didn’t want the sultry mistress, the lover
His heart’s desire was a White Holy Mother

He no longer kissed
Her Scarlet lips
To these he drew back and his eyes did cover
He priested an exorcism of his queen
In search of the White Holy Mother

A t last a great war was waged
Christian against Pagan brother
Great war, uncivil war
Mother against Lover

Scarlet Queen’s ladies in waiting delivered
And she drew her own bejeweled sword
Steel so stainless
Does not make death painless
Or blood run any less cold

Sparing….clanking
Silver against gold
King and Queen battle
A sword through one another’s soul

4.
Netzach!

He knocked over her chalice
With one fell sweep of his sword
And the blood from it did spill
But the Scarlet of her cup was crimson for sure
In sorrow he threw himself upon his own sword

5.
Tifareth

His Blood
Her Blood
Together pooled
From there grew not baby's breath
But crimson rose with thorny briar

That was the day…
The day they perished

Returned to the stars in bereavement
Astral children
Past all enchantment

His Magdalene turned her back to him
So he found a true Lady Scarlet
With flowing hair and willowy limbs
A weeping willow perched upon by a raven of Scarlet

His heart’s desire still not painted of Scarlet
He shook her loose and she flew away

Where has his Magdalene gone?
How he wishes to bathe in her autumn menses

6.
Geburah

And her with her back turned
But heart still inclined, souls still entwined
She longs for her Christ
As she learns not to cry

Listen children…
This message behold
Babalon has fallen!
Dance my children. Rejoice! Make Maryment.

Every man and every woman is a star
But will these fated two again collide?
Their souls will meet again
Once they reach the kingdom of Chesed and Binah

…

Pray they grow old in Chokmah and Keter