“Now is the time for angels with flaming swords and winged beasts from the abyss.”
I love those guys, the angels and the beasts.
I love the way they slaughter and devour.
I love their fearful aspect and their power,
Their spiritual rants, their carnal feasts.
What has been preached but long deferred by priests
Is here at last – and I choose not to cower.
Howling, my arms spread wide, I greet the hour.
The compass spins. So many wests and easts!
No, idle fancy’s not imagination.
It should be clear I’m howling from the heart.
I keep my station, having now a station.
I do not shield my petty life from art.
I cannot tell, with firm determination,
The angels and abysmal beasts apart.
William Blake, The Great Red Dragon and the Beast from the Sea