Invocation Of My Daemon Bride: Libitina

Aleister Crowley

I

Sweet Libitina, Dark Goddess of Death,

Exhale mystic vapors from thy breath,

Give succour in caves of dark despair,

Bathe my brow with cobwebs from thy hair.

This is thy body, and this is thy blood,

Formed in wasteland, of mire and mud,

Host of the ages and age of the host,

With the wine of thy blood I offer a toast.

Sister of Proserpine, Queen of the Dead,

Lay thee to rest on this death-ridden bed.

Kiss my throat with thy blood-drenched lips,

And drain-out my life with cold rhythmic sips.

Ave Libitina; Libitina amo.

Thy planet is Pluto; thy sign: Scorpio,

Mistress of Darkness; Queen of Decay,

This is thy hour and this is thy day.

II

Cave Libitinam: in waters of the west,

Your heart she will claim and your soul infest,

With lust for death and foul-smelling mire.

Your corpse she will place on funereal pyre.

See Libitina in her blood-splattered shroud,

Pulchritudinous, regal and proud.

Raven-haired Queen of Endless Night,

For mortals an evil and horror filled sight.

The Maiden of Misery; The Priestess of Pain.

Sup from her cup, dark Salt of Henbane,

And feel your life wilt, wither and wane,

There is nothing to loose and nothing to gain.

Sweet Libitina, Pale Daughter of Dread,

Open your arms to the hope-stricken dead,

Teach them thy ways: in love of despair,

That justice is empty and nothing is fair.

Our Lady is summoned with dark shibboleth,

“Atropos”, “Hecate”, “ Persephone”, “Death”.

Though her titles are many, the heart is the same,

A Virgin of Venom, by any dark name.

O! the vault of her womb is a cromlech of doom,

Her soul is a cavernous worm-ridden tomb,

But her love has the purity of gold. And her gloom,

Enshrouds the cadaver of the rancid bridegroom.

Sweet Libitina, Dread Queen of Despair,

I invoke thee to enter this dark foetid lair,

By sorcerer’s circle and the “Art Armadel”,

I bid thee to rise from the caverns of Hell.

Do what thou wilt is the whole of the law!

Thy children shall live by the talon and claw,

In the silence of death and the vigour of war,

Thou shalt cherish the strong and devour the poor.

This was posted several news groups on Thursday, 27 July 1995 23:04:57 GMT. Hope that you enjoy it as much as I have thru the years.