Branches of the Pomegranate Tree

In this realm of melodies censed
Strings between pillars are played
Here the light softens the gaze
The twilight bathes in violet haze
Azure dreams weave through shadowed seams
Reaps the valley of Iscariot where the lost one gleams

Here lies broken the athame of heretics
Heretics of the longed moons
Carving poems in forgotten tombs
Where the eerie wind howls and moves

Daybreak splatters like blood red stain
From worlds furthest edge of rain
Silvervine twines the morning light
Ferns keep secrets lost to night

The card of rubedo comes in silent hand
Leaps into the scorching sand
Does he follow where the serpent leads
Or seek the pastures where sheeplet feeds

In those pastures of hedony with cerulean sky
Lies secretly a downwards tree in soil so dry
Its branches are all forbidden to try
Bound to the adversary in veils but why

By ignorance and hate many eyes may be blind
But you the emperor must not be of this kind
In secret shall he call the ardent host
Of miburehc so blazed and mihpares most

Farewell the emperor cried as pillars broke
Beneath his voice the sulfurous host spoke
Splendored orations and trumpets filled the air
With supreme truths beyond compare