The high priestess
Bestows her grace
Monastic dogma
Deep engraved

“Salvation is yours
Thy wounds are healed
Now hold your speech
Keep ye devil sealed

High up the mountain
A spirit roams
Liaise with it
Till you have grown

A plume of a heart
Is a threat for the creed
Wear a pious mask
And relish the lead

Sacrifice the reveries
Master command precept
Formulated divinity
Is all we accept”

The high priestess
Kneels down and prays
A sorceress within
Devours the prey


Amit Howard