My mind is as bleak as the steppes of the Moon
And as cold as the Uranian air
My heart is as hot as the bright-side moon
Exploding in a solar flare
And with the lion love of my fiery boon
I burn in Her glorious hair
Plummed by Maat’s fierce love’s
A glowing see
That holds the worlds together.
— Grady L. McMurtry
Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, April 1993.