Serpent arching towards the sun, Venom flowing over his great sleekness, His unblinking eye searching out the one, Desire is his only strength, and weakness. Spinal energy flowing from within, Streams of pleasure anxious for their release, Wanting damnation and to live in sin, Flesh wanting to do as and how flesh please. Lightning sparking through the wand of yearning, The Solar Wheel turns as Black Sun rises, And Black Flame is the source of the burning, Most secret of all of Shakti’s guises. Cosmic pillar calls for passage divine, And bloodied knives are dipped in holy wine.
