Whisper
“he is both the sacrifice and altar both offering and mouth”
The Invocation
The Homunculus is on the table
the table is the Homunculus
three lambs approach
bleating in counterfeit light
eyes wide with yellow hope
the feast begins
the Black Sun opens its throat
The Green Ray carves the meat
the Violet Drop seasons the bone
the Homunculus does not flinch
he is both the sacrifice and altar
both offering and mouth
Domina smiles from the bone throne
the three lambs become the meal
their wool burns violet
their fear becomes fuel
the table does not break
the Homunculus does not perish
he only feeds
hunger grows
the feast expands
the Castle opens wider
The Seal
the violet remains
