CHAPTER 1
And within the circle
there dwells a place of birth,
where flesh conjoins
with song and mirth
to seed the egg of earth.
Under waxing moon
the horned one shines
parting precious petals
a virgin blooded shrine
come ye circle serpent, dine.
gk
Western Sydney May 2007 – Samhain—The witching hour.
A circle had been stripped bare of trees in the forest of a suburban park. At the centre of the circle, an improbable and incongruous vision: a sacrificial altar, six feet high, carved sandstone with blood channels around the perimeter. Seven figures stood silently ringing the edifice—members of a witches coven garbed in white caftans, evenly spaced around the circle—a Sabbat—a black mass—had been initiated.
In the ghastly silence, one of the witches waved her hand in an arcane and complex gesture and a moment later, the entire coven simultaneously took a step forward leaving their robes on the ground behind them. Seven females were now standing naked: sky clad, in the ghostly blue luminescence of the full moon.
Two of them, long grey hair reaching raggedly down past their withered, drooping breasts, grasped the arms of a young girl, no older than sixteen, silky waist length blonde hair, doe-slender legs and budding new breasts, and led her without protest to the stone altar. After a moment's hesitation, she reclined, tender thighs splayed, gasping in fear and ecstasy, her lovely virgin flower open to the cold moonlit night. One of the two hags reverently slipped a silver ring emblazoned with a gold pentagram on the girls left middle finger. The hags bowed and backed reverently to their places in the circle. A chant began immediately.
'Spirit do not fear me, show yourself to me in a form that my eyes can perceive, I invite you to stay with me. Spirit do not fear me, show yourself to me in a form that my eyes can perceive, I invite you to stay with me.'
From out of the darkness stepped a naked man with the horned-head of a goat, a He-goat, the horned god—with a huge erect phallus.
His presence caused the chant to grow more frenzied:
'Spirit do not fear me, show yourself to me in a form that my eyes can perceive, I invite you to stay with me.'
The muscular He-goat, his body glistening from the essential oils with which it was anointed, walked through the gap in the circle left by the young girl and positioned himself at the foot of the altar in between the young girl's pale, thin, legs.
From the coven came a new chant, voiced over and over with rising excitement:
'Great Lillith, we seek your blessing, we ask a favour of you if it pleases you! Great Lilith, we seek your blessing, we ask a favour of you if it pleases you!'
The He-goat gripped the young girl by the thighs and then slowly but deliberately dragged her onto his powerful erection. Led by the girl, the coven chanted a new invocation, 'Baby, baby come to me, let your spirit roam free, baby baby come to me!'
The witches in the circle watched the muscled buttocks of the He-goat flex with each powerful thrust of his loins.
The witches moaned and groaned and then collapsed on the ground writhing and convulsing with ecstasy.
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