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 her sister removed
Her wet 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 best
For ousted from Eden
I Fausted all reason
Hook in mouth like Saint Peter Pan
To horned-fairy groves and hot virgin coves
Where in the promiscuous swam
I elected lovers - and rejected others
Mephistresses that don't give a damn
But in those that still do
My deep interest grew
The rise of the true Pentagram!