The atmosphere vibrates with soft
Voluptuous mists risen from
Insincere poppies. As I sleep
She scans the dance of colours on
My eyelids and assumes the form
Of unattainable desires.
Wantonly twisting golden hair
She stitches images infused
With rapturous prescience.
I see my own reflection dazed,
Imprisoned by the painted edge
Of her abominable eye;
A coldness seizes my rib-cage
As I realise with bitterness,
She is the burden of my dreams.
Lady Lilith (with opium poppy), Rossetti, 1864-68
Justin Ehrlich writes from London, “I discovered this site a few years ago while I had a bit of a Crowley phase, and have since found it useful for reading the works of AOS, works I wouldn’t have been able to afford otherwise.” You can find Justin over at Luminous Decay and this piece was originally published in Dark Gothic: Resurrected. You can find many Crowley works in the Libri of Aleister Crowley, and several selections of art and writing by and about Austin Osman Spare in another section of the library.