The Room in the Ground

Lilith's pit cracks open With undead muttering Brimstone's dreaded incense Cleanses the glade of life Cage of gnarled runic bone Golemic force baptizes earth The witch's familiars Flee with their offerings Back into the room in the ground Jackal's rotted spine Gland of the hyrax The buzzard's black talon Slices lichspider's egg sac Brain of the red bat Daubed across white roots The gyrfalcon's beak Jutting evilly skyward Satan's hungry tines enclose 'Round the hole like sores That room in the ground The door to which is open The door to which is shut Satyr's gilded hoof Witch's pitch-mucous The devivole's snout Weeps fire in the night Eel's paste wasted not Kneaded into faerie's blood Poisoned humors Subjugate Yahweh's breeder Satan's pale tongues enclose 'Round the cherished whore Dragging God's sopping prize Back into the room in the ground