One dark afternoon
Like a shadow I flew
Through the rain that fell sick with lamentTo this house of incest
For when we undressed
Blasphemies against Venus were rentThough 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 serpent's at bestFor ousted from Eden
I fausted all reason
Hook in mouth like Saint Peter PanTo haunt fairy groves
And hot virgin coves
Where in the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers and rejected others
Mathistrisses that don't give a damnBut for those that still do
My deep interest grew
The rise of the true pentagram!
