Hallowed Be Thy Name
Hailed, and walled, with garnet and with topaz
The Temples of my Family!
Deep in scarlet velvet and in black
Come lay with me
Entwine and sweat and softly moan before the Fire;
Beneath the Veil of candles
Lit to show the Way
But slightly, darkly
Unto the music of ghosts;
Unto the ringing of bells within the Shrine
All-hallowed in the rapture
Of the Legend of the Vine
Saved from bleak mortality
By drinking from the Chalice
Of the twice-born; blood turned wine.
And so the Light and Dark were joined for a while
just long enough for each of Them to remember that their purpose was not to hate each other, nor disdain each the other, but to love each of the other simply because they were not each other.
Somehow it all got so messed up, so complicated, so confusing; they were never meant to be enemies
whatever gave us that idea?
