100 
THE TWINS 
 
 
On these wretches whom Fate hath hurled 
 To a hell of Jesus and shoddy, 
  Dung and ethics and dust 
 
VIII 
Thou as I art Fate. 
 Come then, conquer and kiss me !   
  Come !  what hinders Believe me :   
This is the thought we await. 
 The mark is fair ;  can you miss me 
  Nay, you catch me, you cleave me !   
 
XI 
See, how subtly I writhe !   
 Strange runes and unknown sigils 
  I trace in the trance that thrills us. 
Death !  how lithe, how blithe 
 Are these male incestuous vigils !   
  Ah !  this is the spasm that kills us !   
 
X 
Wherefore I solemnly affirm 
This twofold Oneness at the term. 
Asar on Asi did beget 
Horus twin brother unto Set. 
Now Set and Horus kiss, to call 
The Soul of the Unnatural 
Forth from the dusk ;  then nature slain 
Lets the Beyond be born again.