As above then so below. For as they love, then so we loathe. And as we loathe, then so we love. To raise below to up above.

I see to you in my wandering eyes, thine own black cowl of night.  Your hair of blackness, darker than the night before dawn.  Inside myself I can see no other dawn, inside you there is nothing but promise.  The darkness flows through thy viens like water from the sacred spring, making moist the dark earth that embraces me.  I feel your arms around me in the earth, her soft echos glinting inside your skin.  The cold, damp smell of her in you, in me, in all things that must die penetrates my being.  For you are the one I wed, in this holy shrine of earth and stone and cold.  The blackness of it is in your eyes and they burn through me like ice cold flame.  I do not fear thee, my Husband, my Lord, my Death.  I greet thee in this place, for now it is where I live, I love, I laugh to see myself in thee.  You do not leave me, nor I you.  I come to worship, here, in this sanctuary.  I am of you, am with you, am loved by only YOU.