The wind is Your breath and the trees are Your hair,
In all of creation there is none so fair!
Your splendor and beauty revealed by the dawn,
I raise up the cup and adore Babalon!
— In Nomine Babalon: 156 Adorations to the Scarlet Goddess
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Concerning Death by Aleister Crowley in International, Dec 1917.
“Now art thou the hunter, and Death rideth beside thee with his horse and spear as thou chasest thy Will through the forests of Eternity, whose trees are the hair of Nuit thy mistress!” [via]