Dea

The leeching vacuum of hard space

Has sucked my tissues dry

And left a little pile of dust

Beneath the Gothic sky.

 

Mother Goddess, Queen of Space

Virgin of the Caverned Deep

Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright

Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap

 

Thy longing pulls all worlds to Thee

Upon the dark Space Sea.

Intoxicated on our Blood

Thy Soul sings fittingly.

 

Mother Goddess, Queen of Space

Virgin of the Caverned Deep

Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright

Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap

 

Thy spirit of stability

Moves on the altered Dark;

The blood Thy Saints have bled for Thee

Spills from Thy grail-fire Ark.

 

Mother Goddess, Queen of Space

Virgin of the Caverned Deep

Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright

Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap

 

Thy crescent priestess, Lunar Star,

Has met me on Thy path

To guide my driving, homeward thrust

And shield Thy Gorgon wrath.

 

Mother Goddess, Queen of Space

Virgin of the Caverned Deep

Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright

Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap

 

Thy Beauty, drunken on our Blood

And pregnant with our Death,

Casts forth our soul-fire, born again

As Stars before thy breath.

 

Mother Goddess, Queen of Space

Virgin of the Caverned Deep

Crone of Dark Death, Maiden bright

Magnet of Thy Star-son’s leap

4/4/62
— Grady L. McMurtry

Note: Originally published in Thelema Lodge Calendar, May 1993.