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!