BaphometnI am hostage to your presencenCaptive to your wordsnn‘I can hear you callingnI can hear you calling menI can hear you callingnI can hear you calling me’nnBaphomet how do you touch mnWhen you are not here?nn‘Look through my eyesnSee through my eyesnI can hear you calling’nnThe chatter of the Caco-daimonesnAnd hooves upon flagstonesnResound in darknessnn‘I take that which tempts’nn(Clutch your rosary)nAll sense of reason lostn(Clutch your crucifix)nCrucifixnI call to thee exalted GoatnVivid and vitalnI find myself enmeshednHearken and remember…n…me…nnReverenced by templarsnWorshipped by mennBaphometnBreathing, dark onennBreathing next to menEver expected, but never comingnMy silent vespers in the darknessnShadows of fatenLook through my eyesnSee through my eyesnOne could lose a lifetimenPraying in isolation, HiddennFrom the nature of chaosnThe beauty of its patternsnBeguilesnLike a falling trailnOf cold semennUpon her face and breastsnBetween the legsnHair shorn to sensitisenn‘Death is no prison to me…’