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 wed 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!