Widow's Daughter - Sub Rosa

He is in Her place

But Her chalice pours when we must drink

This New Aeon implicit in Time

Lights Her path just when He must go

Dead Clowns' procession walks

The flower withers to their song

Their vision kills the faith

Their crucifix spays the Earth

But who gives birth to the blessing?

N.O.S.

is over

This time the New meets the Old

Backstager soul

Is Truth for everybody to know?