The collaborative piece Rich Brewer and I have been working on is complete! Now we sit with our fingers crossed and wait for response to see if it will be accepted in the show.
Original sketch and poem by Rich Brewer.
I have a secret to tell you, come gather my sheep,
But do what thou wilt, and hold what thou keeps.
Slaves shall serve, there is no place for the meek.
My words will fall on you like the whip to the meat,
And things from a life lived will become obsolete.
I am the one that crawled from the center named Hadit.
I am the one that expands and grows with the power of Nuit.
I am the conqueror of all things holding the hand of Rah-Hoor-Khuit.
Through my eyes I see, through reality I speak.
The masses are but men but I am the Beast.
With Pan and Dionysus I dream, gentle flesh caresses my feet.
Simple sacrifice is thy passage, come join to claim thy seat.
And as the darkness closes in like the sickle to the wheat,
Whisper My name so in the fields the Magician thou shall meet.
