The Invitation in The Red Book of Spells

 

(A lone voice whispers)

Let me in

I whisper into the grey smoke 

Rising from my ceremonial Frankincense candle

And floating into the blanket of total darkness

Illuminated only by twinkling, sparkling diamonds

Which seeps across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores

To warm you, my spectacular love

For I am so feverish

Let my whispered light spells

Carried by this grey smoke in these gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen invisible tears

Falling from those beautiful but sad brown eyes 

And reach deep into your incredibly lonely heart.

So you can feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with unconditional ease

Hot to the touch like molten volcano fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

For when it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally ruined as their once lonely hearts 

Starts to sing

So will you take this gift like a rare, expensive bottle of red wine

Only found in dark, limited places unvisited by Father Time

And let me melt those cold glaciers 

That surrounds you with soul-warming fires that come in all flavours 

Which will mesmerise and leave you

Burning and spinning endlessly within my dark eyes

Do you want to feel the heat from my firm hands on your soft skin

The breath of my mouth

Letting you taste each of these words as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors to a new corridor and gently pleads to confess

To then walk through a gateway to a unique realm 

Where you'll no more have to wait

Before your beautiful soul is too tainted by just living

And have to stand in line behind her black gates

Held prisoner with so many others 

Who make a mockery of her

Naamah's grip on their emotional fates

Dare you climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before you are totally destroyed 

To arrive at a wondrous place

Where you'll no more have to lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark ancient shadows 

And yelled from leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame 

Filled with those discarded old dreams which once lay forgotten 

Which once flickered so low but never really died

In old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling naked and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John the Baptist

To walk knee-deep into a new sea of Galilee

Is that low spark of longing

On fire in your velvety centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this poetic lascivious potion tonight

I always carry

Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and then feel its intense burn

As it melts all those old, once-hidden feelings 

So they can slowly return

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy