Threshold Forms

Trance induction
Messenger of spirit
Lightning flash here is black
See black wings
If you tread the path of demons
Will you paint this whole forest with blood?
Most are vain mortals
They fade to nothingness
So let the sun remain then behind me
Faces three, joined at the crown
Right between white and gold
Left as those from whence the nile folds
Red at front, war and sorcery
Blood and flesh and nourishing meat
As our living is in these reflections
As white rainbow or black dontso
For these are threshold forms
Lightning flash
And black winds
Made of me