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!
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Lead TranslatorDesamanta wrote:View source 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...