This is a song about Crowley's sometime mistress and pet violinist, Leila Waddell -- as a Thelemic violinist myself, I feel a kinship with her. She was a muse to him; and now she's my muse too.
When you were green and love was, too,
and every hour with him a feast
beneath the canopy of night,
when did you see his goddess there?
And as that goddess spoke through you,
and he adored you as a priest,
did you feel ecstasy or fright?
When that Great Beast made you his care,
he set a curb upon your tongue, but you would not be stilled.
You didn't need the script he handed you to be fulfilled;
you needed only Will.
spread the news
in your head
light the fuse
songs of night
The violin sang in your bones,
a voice that would not be denied.
As Knight Defender of the Grail,
you took the bow up like a sword.
The Angels spoke in overtones,
the Spheres in sympathy replied.
The iron of the Passion Nail
dissolves in blood and wine you poured.
Mother of Mystery, declare your mind, your will, your heart.
Sister Scorpio, transmute by your alchemic art
and take the Eagle's part.
©1999 Leigh Ann HusseyListen to this song in MP3 format!.