“Ride the beast
well, my daughter. 

The way only we can,
yoke him, grab his powerful
mouth,
and under your grasping
loins,
he will yield,
as only the most powerful,
the most virile,
the most exceptional
can.
For within you blooms
the absolute power
and fortitude,
given only to the most
beautiful
of soft petaled flowers,
making the most
furtive bees
dizzy in the wake of
intoxicating perfume.
It is the greatest of
mysteries,
and the secret they
have sought to render
mute,
only they also knew
one day we
would return.
Not as brides, or servants,
or chattel,
but as warriors,
born to set the world
anew.”

– Priestess of Babalon, Templum Babalonis