Nocturnal Poisoning

Artemis be near me
in the arms of the ancient oak
where daylight hangs by a lunar noose
and the horned, hidden one is re-invoked
evolution has been recalled
Beneath the spread of a Magickal Aeon
I stand enthralled
...In the whispering forest...
"Pale, beyond porch and portal,
crowned with leaves, she stands,
who gathers all things mortal,
with cold immortal hands,
her languid lips are sweeter,
than love's who fears to greet her,
to men that mix and meet her,
from many times and lands."