Oh Bauble Moon of Madness

Oh bauble moon of madness,
Grown to fullness in the black,
Prompting me to gladness,
With your puissant occult knack.

I feel your gushing full moon face,
And carry on its tide,
I know this madness in my bones,
As we run side by side.

When you salute your apex,
Lifting energies of old,
I know the lure of madness,
In your sacrament so bold.

I step into the night with glee,
Enticed to mindsets weird,
Just like the werewolf’s fever pitch,
I flee the things I feared.

I know the lavish heights of you,
With spells in soaring bliss,
My ecstasy a perfect thrill,
Within your spectral kiss.

I want to lie in oceans full,
And float on seas set calm,
Infatuated with your mien,
Its providential charm.

In naked sensuality,
I stand here as your slave,
Freed from bonds of sanity,
A happy dancing knave.

I know that though you passive seem,
Are mightier than all,
And I remain your worshipper,
Ecstatic in your thrall.

ADL