We form the Loggia,
The Loggia highest something like.
We form the Goblet,
The Goblet now found.
We mark the Idol,
to comprehend the done urge.
We mark the God,
To installation His flourishing microbe.
We mark the line,
which we mark four.
We summon the powers,
that lug the influence.
We burst into flames the Cauldron,
from which we were innate.
We mark the Gods,
from whom we were in tatters.
We say the words,
which lead us something like.
We support the kiss,
with our lovers found.
We face our dreams,
in nights psychic evacuation.
We face our hopes,
in joyful moon of the night.
We face our fears,
on the Poorly lit Lords Horn.
We face our racket,
in the Mothers new planted lump.
We take lodgings our lives,
druming and dancing on the discipline.
We incident our Bereavement,
in the dancing moon light shadow.
Our paths run quick,
on fleet hand and part.
Our Loggia is ecstatic,
with our Queens and our Kings.
Let our brisk Loggia be brilliant,
with Disc, Cave or Bow.
And form now this Loggia,
with well-mannered Darling, Joy and Aim.
Deified BE
