One dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew
Through the rain that fell sick with lament
To this house of incest
For
when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus were rent
Though a sister removed
Her white body approved
The parade of my
heavenly quests
Yet, all tongues are not true
Some are forked or askew
Like an uncivil serpents at best
For ousted
from Eden
I fausted all reason
Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To haunt fairy groves
And hot virgin coves
Where in
the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others
Mathistrisses that dont give a damn
But for those that still
do
My deep interest grew
The rise of the true pentagram!