| The Hawthorne Book of Shadows |
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An excerpt from the paranormal thriller WITCH HUNT.
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With his eyes fixed on Paradise,
the haunted Christian
blames the shadow. Plagued
by his own demons,
soul bitten and loveless,
he is bound in the sackcloth of pride,
in cobwebs and ashes.
While there, thrilled to the wild,
dizzying ride of the flesh,
of phallus and womb, the fresh
dew of this world, the red,
simple wing of original joy,
like the berrying spring of a child's
renewal, the Witch slips out
of the black diaphanous robe
of our common sleep. Behind
that half-curtain, lives with the sharp
knowledge of danger (Do not, whatever
else you may do, be discovered!).
Out of that horn of magic, desire,
flesh at once richer and paler than ivory
is bathed—Look!—in original light!
...Or are those only the elegant
ivory bars of the cage
in which both have been trapped:
Earth-delighted no less than he
with his cross-obsessed pain?
While She-Without-Form,
resurrected again and again,
cries out from the nailed thirst of this world
to our own resurrection, that single
commandment: Love!—O heart's simple name!
O first and final salvation!
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