Hymn to Kerberos

Cerberus 1824-7 by William Blake 1757-1827

O black-wingéd carrion
Serpent-maned lord
O mist-cloaked companion
Guideth thine horde

Star-gleamed are thine muzzles
And nail-sharp thine teeth
O Three-headed bloodhound
Who dwells underneath
Where Hecate’s torches
Illumine thy sight
Till pale moon of Juno
Doth brighten the Night.

O black-wingéd carrion
Tomb-thronéd lord
Orion’s companion
Guideth thine horde

Thy tongue laps the Waters
Of Acheron’s flow
Which guardeth the secrets
Of treasures below
Where gem-crusted caverns
Reflecteth the skies
Where all of us travel
When Death’s Raven flies

O black-wingéd carrion
Bone-crownéd lord
O Charon’s companion
Guideth thine horde

Insatiate eater
Of clay-curséd meats
Brought into the sunlight
By Herakles’ feats
To roam midst the people
In iron-clad binds
Thy breath a miasma
That troubled their minds

O black-wingéd carrion
Viper-tailed lord
O Orthros’ companion
Guideth thine horde

I offer a sweet cake
Of honey to thee
In thanks for the doorways
Thou openst for me
O glorious Cerb’rus
Of Sirius Star
And Scarab-jewelled Moonlight
No mortal can mar

O black-wingéd carrion
Sepulchre lord
O Hades’ companion
Guideth thine horde

Naberius

And Death Shall Have No Dominion

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And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan’t crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down
And death shall have no dominion.

– Dylan Thomas