A poem for Astaroth

[Desamanta]

A Poem for Astaroth: Astarte mother of all timeless conceptions of fertility, soft and gentle, your perfume is so like a red rose! The flavors of life are lighter since I adore you!

Hail Astaroth! Hail Satanas!

 

[Eudora]

A Poem for Astaroth: Astarte mother of all timeless conceptions of fertility, soft and gentle, your perfume is so like a red rose! The flavors of life are lighter since I adore you!

Hail Astaroth! Hail Satanas!

In my experience, she likes to be called Astarte rather than Astaroth.


The poem is beautiful...