ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΜΓ Mulberry Tops in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.

“Black blood of the sweet fruit, the bruised, the violated bloom—that setteth The Wheel a-spinning in the spire.” [via]

Consider also:

  1. “Black blood upon the altar! and the rustle of angel wings above!”
  2. “It is a sweet thing to be loved, Although my sighs in absence wake, Although my saddening heart is moved, I smile and bear for love’s dear sake. My songs their wonted music make, Joyous and careless, songs of youth, Because the sacred lips of both Are met to kiss the last good-bye, Because sweet glances weep for ruth That we must part, and love must die.”
  3. “I have an idol wrought of stainless gold Before whose feet I bow, in whose delight I am content to live, whose spells of might Are smiles that gleam, are tears that glisten cold On the fair cheek that blushes if I praise; Are warm ripe kisses in the softer hours When love is perfect blossom of sweet flowers, Are shadowed glances of pure love light rays From clear blue eyes, are wonderful caresses When love is golden autumn of sweet fruit. What other worship can usurp my days When I may lie amid her sunny tresses Enraptured by the music of her lute One long calm love, one heart’s delight always?”
  4. “A black two-headed Eagle is GOD; even a Black Triangle is He. In His claws He beareth a sword; yea, a sharp sword is held therein.”
  5. “Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood; even so is consciousness a disorder of life.”