• The Pentagram and the White Tiger

    Pentacles of dark and light surround the void,
    Eternal struggles merge as one.
    Night is day and Day is night,
    Tangent to the forbidden world.
    All together the calls of the beast arise, the
    Great white cat merges from his darkness as he wakes.
    Requiem, requiem,
    A song sung by the pentacles from the
    Mighty dragons roar.

    Souls drift off to the underworld
    To depart from the world.
    All alone the Great Cat walks,
    Requiem, requiem, an old song sung.

    White crosses lay before the Great Cat,
    Heavy on the pentacle ground.
    I hear the Great Cat roar as
    Tears rain from his peridot
    Eyes.

    Tears raining as
    I trace his
    Great gaze to the
    Earth before him.
    Requiem, requiem, yet still, an old song sung.

    Clouds obscure the sky,
    Alone the Great Cat walks
    Towards the requiem site.

    Down before him, lays the great beast of old. The
    Evening Star shines tonight.
    Alas no more,
    The great beast is dead. Its
    Head lies still on the barren ground before the great cat.

    Over the hills rests the great beasts body, it met its
    Folly with the pentacle ground.

    The Dragon sleeps forever on the pentacle ground.
    Here lies the product of death,
    Ever changing. The

    Great Dragon is dead.
    Requiem, requiem, an old song sung.
    Eluding
    At last is the Great white
    Tiger.

    Beloved by the great beast,
    Even though she sleeps forever on the pentacle ground,
    A small token of a
    Small gift is given
    To the Great White Tiger of the pentacle grounds.

    Requiem, requiem, an old song sung. The
    Opening the token blooms were the Great Beasts tears had flowed. A
    Simple white rose.
    Ever basking in pure beauty.

    Requiem, requiem, an old song sung. It is the song of the birth of the White Rose.