Have you ever stood at sunset
Near the Portals of the bay
While the fog-horns sound their evening
Memons to the closing day?
Have you ever seen the Pageant
That a battle fleet can show
Standing out into the ocean
With her signal flags ablow
As each muscled floating fortress
Sliding through the channeled straight
Rides beneath the scimitared guardian,
The Colossus of the Gate?
Amazons, in cold gray armor,
Cavalcading to the West;
At their heels the swift destroyers
Plunge rollicking to the quest
Amazons, with colors streaming
From each latticed battle crest
While her catapulting falcons
Swirl above the roving nest;
Amazons, with cradeled lances
Held athwart each mighty chest;
Once again they are crusading
Keel on keel they pour cascading,
Down the sea lanes they’re parading
Cavalcading to the West.
— Grady L. McMurtry
Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, July 1992.