Lucifer crushes the pomegranate and mocks the king’s colours – DW ’24
The Good Ship Sails
I walked along forgotten paths
And to the woods I found there
With cloven hooves and unkempt hair
A stranger in the clearing.
She asked at once,”what be my name?”
“Beloved”, so I told her,
“….And of the winding stream I’m reared”
She found that quite endearing.
“More!” She asked, “what want have I?
And why am I abroad here?
The fool, or wise, that hath no fear
That does not yield, and does not pray.”
“I, am, as fallen from a tree
But I should not confound thee
‘Who like God’ has suffered me
To live condemned to mortal days.”
“Thou art no beast, but, as a man,”
She answered too, with laughter,
Happy now- but this, the path to
Doom and liminal ways
“I stood! “ I cried ,”before the crown,
This kingdom, now I’m fallen
I’d rather be of Fae and Faun’
Than man, for gold, from clay.”
So we danced, that witch and I,
That last September day
We drank soma, ate the honey bread,
And sealed our love with ‘holy’ blood.
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‘Justice’-from recent visit to Florence –
Piero del Pollaiolo or Pollaiuolo (Florence 1441 – Rome 1496)
The Western Gate 
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