(02/02/1942) Elusian

The Old Gods die not in their age
Yet curls the clinging vine
Pure Eros spins the subtle cage
The limbs of Kali twine
Brute Thor still plies the firmament
The corn of Attis sways
With jubilance and merriment
The Bacchic revel brays
Grim Pluto stalks the nether spheres
Pan pipes along the rill
Plump Juno scores the spinning years
Sophia lives her will

In bloody sacrifice the ranks
Of human kind are hurled
The Field of Mars by Tiber’s banks
Has covered well the world.

— Grady L. McMurtry
2/2/42 e.v.

Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, February 1989