The Great Beast.



An Original Dark Poetry piece based on the life of Aleister Crowley who was an English occultist and ceremonial magician. Denounced by the popular press of his time as “the wickedest man in the world” and a Satanist, Crowley has remained a highly influential figure in Western esotericism and the counter-culture.


Born Clarendon Square, 1875

11th year, father and hero dies

Mother’s moniker, The Great Beast

Carries  proud ’til rest in peace

Scripture’s words so clearly lies

One off the wrist and women’s thighs

Sad morals never suit The Beast

On original sin, so does he feast

Red light women, gonorrhoea

Inhale and hold, but have no fear

Bow to none beneath the sky

Affliction, addiction, getting high

Poetry, prose, philosophy, chess

Science, literature, quite the quest

Majestic Monch without a guide

Dispel the darkness deep inside?

A new Sunrise, The Golden Dawn

To most, The Beast is but a thorn

From all the hate, he does defend

“I shall endure until to the end”

A crashing bore, The Golden Dawn

Such petty games, reject them all

Traverse the world and left in awe

In India, sombre spirits soar

The Savage Mountain scrapes the sky

Never scaled yet still must try

Brash bravery, they do not lack

No savage spoils, men beaten back

Convenience ties Beast and Rose

Affection hankers hard to show

Rosa Mundi and Love Songs

One lake of molten joy, one pond

In Egypt, Prince invokes the Gods

Great Horus comes, the Equinox

Aiwass speaks, so Beast does score

A new Aeon, Book Of The Law

On Nepal’s peak, his peers they die

Attempt descent beneath dark skies

For such a loss bears all the blame

To climbing clique, ne’er the same

With Godhead now is unionised

As hashish opens the Third Eye

Meagre means and thus provides

Tankerville’s peace is bona fide

A∴ A∴  heart, see how it glows

Tree Of Life they seek to grow

A flower’s bloom begins to fade

Whilst sadly withers in the shade

The Beast now pens The Book Of Lies

His Scarlet Woman within resides

And for Sex Magic does devise

“Contra Naturam”, come inside

World War One, it rakes the Earth

While Wilhelm is as Jesus birth

Did The Beast truly betray

A country that had held his sway?

Thelema Abbey, hear its call

Lewd libertine within these walls

Loveday discovers only death

Benito brings its final breath

To man, a prophet is declared

Thelema’s message, for to spread

Magnum opus, now complete

Of France, fair punishment is mete?

High on Hell’s Mouth, his heart it breaks

But both black ink and leap are fake

War once again now rakes the Earth

Will Blackshirts bond Thelema’s church?

War service scorned by N.I.D.

The face behind the Victory V?

Olla: Sixty Years of Song

A final book, the last swan song

Hasting’s last battle is now lost

The Great Beast feels the final frost

“A Black Mass”, many tabloids cry

Cold ashes now in Hampton lie

Amoral man, your heart did sing

Black ballads of the blackest dreams

Listen and there’s still the screams

Of Thelema’s ghosts, it seems

Copyright © Craig Detheridge.

2015 – 2017.

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