Abraham Eleazar, 1760.
MY PET PENDRAGON.
Stoking Fire and Writing in Blood.
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Of every morn I bake Deily Bread,
by preparing the Fire inside my head;
the dreaming window is closing fast,
so I sit down with my Pen and Write.
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Half asleep, relaxed betwixt worlds,
I bow my head and instead just feel;
sinking back into the Netherworld,
to stoke the Tongue of a fiery God.
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Hades is the Lord of the Underworld,
a Baptist who speaks, refining Gold;
Priest of the eUcharist forging Grails,
to DiStill~out Spiritus for our Souls.
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Then I start to understand the Fire,
Mythos, language of creative Ether;
now I can forge my own PenDragOn,
a Holy Cup with Ink for my Salvation.
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With it I write in symbolical Blood,
an immaculate Concept of one Word!
Another God, behind the Wall of Fire,
LOGOS hands down my Deily Wafer.
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One of my Grails. "The Moon turns to Blood before the
coming of the great and glorious Day of the Lord." Acts 2:20.
