Let me write like Crowley For an age, lingering at gate Worn by the page, scowling As the wind becomes my fate Let me wax in poetic reverie For a moment, by the dawn Golden, Sun shining heavily As light pours upon the lawn Let me wane by rushing brook Betwixt the reeds, in the banks Strewn with silt, so if you look I stand there giving Horus thanks
Write Like Crowley
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