Rise Of The Pentagram

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 serpent's 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 don't give a damn But for those that still do My deep interest grew The rise of the true pentagram!