The tune is strangely melodic
sitting here
inside the burning candles,
this pentagram.
And around me,
I see them,
in full splendour,
a dozen or more
dancing nymphs,
******* swinging,
dripping madness
from between
their parted-thighs
conjuring Eros.
I sit engorged
to finish
the supper
they have laid
before for me,
these tasty morsels.