Once upon a time I found myself with no
memories of the past or plans for the fuure in a place beyond recall.
A woman stood in front of me: she was dressed in a scarlet hood which
covered her face and I could see only her lips which were scarlet
as well, on her skin were marks that I didn't understand and so, as I
have always done, I gave them no importance.
She asked me if I wanted to listen to a
story, and with no other option available to me at that time, I said
yes, and she started her song:
She looked like an angel
but her wings were
one attached
to heaven
and the other to
hell
She was Innocent and naive
and believed in everything.
He was the sun
shining upon her
charming her with a liquor
he used to called love.
Shadows started to creep
into
the mirror that once
reflected the
image of a dream
and the wine in the grail
became too sour to drink.
He was a fiery tiger
and she became
the easy prey of that
heartless hunter.
She made
herself prettier
so she could still
be his baby
covering the scars and the marks
with astonishing make up
but it
wasn't enough.
She was dying alone
in that golden cage
he had
built for her
Her verses became the silent scream
of a soul that slowly stepped
into
the path of an announced
death.
The scarlet woman paused
and only at that point did I notice that she had the grail in one
hand and the sword in the other and she continued to sing
Do you understand
who I really am?
I have had many names but nowadays
I go with the one that made me best
known
I carry in this grail
the abomination and the despair
of those lost souls
that have fallen from grace
calling
themselves masters
saviours, keepers.
My consort is Chaos
a beast known for his many tails
I am indeed, Babalon The Great!
Then she poured that wine of
astonishment into my glass
and I was left sadly wondering.
(*Quote: Babalon,
not to be confused with Babylon,
also
known as theScarlet
Woman,Great
Mother or
Mother
of Abominations, is
a goddess found in the mystical system of Thelema,
which was established in 1904 with English author and occultist
Aleister Crowley's
writing of The
Book of the Law (although
the name Babalon does not occur in that text). In her most abstract
form, she represents the female sexual impulse and the liberated
woman...)
©It
is my own interpretation of this Biblical, and pagan figure.
PS: this prosa /poetry I have prepared for the International women's day- This year theme was " we fight against the violence on women"
I red it the first time, at the International Women's day on saturday 7.3.2014, at Kumppanuustalo in Hämeenlinna.
