An Ode to Mr. Crowley

Mr. Crowley revolutionized the Occult, and made the New Age as we see it today with the help of his friends within his own order, the Golden Dawn. This is for him.

The Beast slumbers within
the shell of a man, blessed by
the Void and cursed by the Gods.

Will it end?
Will it begin?
Will it spread?
Will it stay?

Magick calls to those who
hear its celestial call, but
what of those who hear
the whispers of the Beast?
The man who is cursed by
all and saved by none?

He lies in wait, eagerly
secretly, for the end of the world
and all its chaotic splendour.

But is the Beast, really
a beast as we think? Or
is he just a man, enlightened
to the point of sounding crazy?

His time will come again,
someday and maybe,
he will have learned
more secrets to
share with us
mortals once again.

Author's Note

Aleister Crowley, RIP.