Babalon's Lament for Absent Friends and Lovers

Babalon's Lament 

for Absent Friends and Lovers

Lonesome and petulant I wander.

My clothes dirty and rent asunder.

Eyes red from tears. Hair unkempt.

A silent howl of grief unspent.

My lovers have me forsaken

One by one they were slowly taken

to the realm beyond the mortal veil,

Invisible, they cant hear me wail.

Beyond my touch or necessity

Yet my heart can’t set them free.

The love, from me they wanted

By their absence finally gotten.

My child’s protector, a Keen Colonel.

One my Wilde scallywag scoundrel.

One my father’s Chummy neighbour.

One the Barrier to shield my honour.

Clothe me in scarlet and pay your dues

You were my harlots, I was your muse.

Last survivors of an extinct race

Gathered to share our beauty and grace.

Foundling on the paths of solitude

One from the lonely road they did include.

The gift of their presence however brief

Has left me isolated in deep grief.

The crooked path to my hermitage.

Became their frequent pilgrimage.

Listening slightly out of breath,

We discussed life and love and death.

Their heart my silent song heard

They echoed me with their word.

Our discussions late and long

They wrote it down and passed it on.

I was by their words worshiped

Using Ogmius’ new transcript.

Sent through the spirit of the air

Though far they were always near.

With a peacock quill the faithful gods

Called fallen angels to do their jobs.

The secret and the ultimate power

Hid in a toad, cold and dower.

Hermetic rite with Tibetan voice

Egyptian Greeks made their choice.

Goetic beings rectified charter

As Crowley’s daughter seeks her father.

I took for granted their company.

I spent their time given wastefully.

I was content amongst the race of men

before we met. Now truly abandoned.

A life-time ago our fates decided

Strands woven together and artfully guided

In my father’s greatest tapestry

I the MoonChild of his destiny.

He sent them to me to ready the harness.

The creation is finished, so exit the artists.

Alone I must ride the back of the beast

As it rampages through life's great feast.

The monsters’ wisdom lingers on

Holy words for the thoughtless throng.

And now I see what we have done

You truly loved me one by one.

© Copyright She DMontford 6th December 2015 Gold Coast Australia

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For Andrew D. ( Khidir) Chumbley, Stuart The Wilde One, Master A.B. Barrington (Numa Pompilivs Fides Macstrns) Vincent Sherman, Colonel Kenneth J.Ede SAS Australia.

You are so deeply missed. My loss is the world’s loss.