The Equinox (Volume I, Number VII)

THE TEMPLE OF SOLOMON THE KING OLYMPAS. MARSYAS, OLYMPAS. MARSYAS. OLYM PAS. MARSYAS. OLY M PAS. MARSYAS. Through the great vision. All the light Went out in an immortal night, The world annihilated by The opening of the Master's Eye. How can I tell it? Master, master] A sense of some divine disaster Abases me. Indeed, the shrine Is desolate of the divine] But all the illusion gone, behold The one that is l Royally rolled, I hear strange music in the air I It is the angelic choir, aware Of the great Ordeal dared and done By one more Brother of the Sun ! Master, the shriek of a great bird Blends with the torrent of the thunder. It is the echo of the word That tore the universe asunder. Master, thy stature spans the sky. Verily; but it is not I. The adept dissolves—pelle phantom form Blown from the black mouth of the storm. It is another that arisesl The result of this upon Frat Ρ. seems to have been tremendous. On the very next day the last sacrifice was made.