JaeicCeileachair

The Sacred Band of the blessed Earth to find it's fit in the intangible black. She calls to us she does, her song echoes in the stars and the cut of the hearkened blade. Thy wilt is thy Law in all her Thelemic formulae. How I be the lover to conquered dawn. How I be the comrade to down'd siblin'. How I be the barbarous so to blow the horn of worned war. How I as me be kingly to my palmed cousin of bannered so. I am many things, but a cowardeth path I will not go. Only the apoth can clench the stars. Only through lovers' embrace do we see the closed schism. In circles, in circles, in circles, circles, circles, circles, CIRCLES!