My rod is athrust
! The penetrating force of my venom shall shatter the sanctity of that
mind which is barren of lust; and as the seed falleth, so shall its
vapours be spread within that reeling brain benumbing it to
helplessness according to my will ! In the name of the great god Pan,
may my secret thoughts be marshalled into the movements of the flesh of
that which I desire !
My loins are
aflame ! The dripping of the nectar from my eager cleft shall act as
pollen to that slumbering brain, and the mind that feels not lust shall
on a sudden reel with crazed impulse. And when my mighty surge is
spent, new wanderings shall begin; and that flesh which I desire shall
come to me. In the names of the great harlot of Babylon, and of Lilith,
and of Hecate, may my lust be fulfilled !