Angelic Obeisance

by Occult Fan

Angels were like butterflies
Landing on their shoulders
Listening to what they say
Marching as their soldiers

Angels
butterflies
will-o-the-wisps,
the fæ;
When heaven gives its marching orders
Her mystic orders will obey.

Turn red key twice
To make it gold
Turn blue key thrice
To make it burn

Heaven gives its orders
in the green language
of bird’s tongue

turn key
notes seven times in
side out and see

Angels are butterflies

Agents of the Other Side

And Listen!

They Speak!

And Behold!

You Obey!