A LAMENTATION FOR THE PASSING OF NIGHT

Oh Lord Lucifer, we sing lamentations for the passing of the night and the velvet comfort it brings us from the time of the setting sun to the rising of the sword of light that seals away the last traces of the moon where she demures from the kingdom of hyperbole and the vain gaze of the people of the day.

Oh Lord of the night, we know that even though the sun rises that light is but an illusion, a misgiving, an unnatural thing that dries the worm on the rock and blinds the sight of those who look directly at it. But even so, the profane sun, shall once more expire into the waters of the West and return to us our Kingdom of Darkness and eternal peace where we shall revel in your presence. Hail, the Returning Darkness!

The time of the death of light brings release and peace to all things. The stress falls away and mellowness returns. The lovely darkness is something we cannot live without, as we need rest from the assault of the blinding light of day. The teaching of the owl tells, as she spreads her dark wings against the night sky and screams her cry of war, against the resurgence of the rat, then eats her fill, unconcerned..

O Great Lucifer, and we know that the night will come because it is all that is natural like all that is magic your gifts to us. So let the birds sing, the children play, and let’s have your blessing for this day. So mote it be!

Written by Thomas Pendragon

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Edited and revised for the Web by Occult Media, the 2nd of February of the year 2022. We use British English spelling.