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


Corvid Offerings


A pleasant synchronicity relating to the vision of a Pumpkin occurred this morning when a magpie landed at my window ledge to indulge in an offering of cake and honey I’d left there after some ongoing work with the spirit Naberius last week. The cake had been left untouched until today, so the timing of this bird appearing now, following a vision in which I flew to a window ledge in the form of a crow, is quite interesting. Also relevant, perhaps, was the appearance of a woman with equally black and white hair in the vision and the fact that Naberius, who the offering was left for, comes in the form of a crow in the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum.

The magpie’s appearance made me jump a little as he was quite bold, peering in at me through a gap in the window as if he was thinking of inviting himself in. Once I saw him, he proceeded to rip a large chunk off the cake and fly away. About an hour later, he returned for more.

It’s a known phenomenon that corvids like to bring gifts to people who feed them, and it’s been a long-standing desire of mine to receive such a treasure. I think I’ll start leaving more stuff out for this cheeky chap with the hope of receiving something shiny he’s picked up on his travels in return.