Through the forests of an old desire,
I have trod with utmost fear and dread,
While I voluptuously fought with fire,
I've known the demons that there spread,

That spread in their fantastic evil,
Whispering ghastly secrets of the dead.

Wind was fierce in his ways most cryptic,
Speaking things of odds unspeakable.
I've learned what lurks in skies ecliptic,
Daring fiends of spheres unreachable.

They swarmed in myriads of dauntless imps,
Of horrid eyes and reddish wings.

Aghast I saw them eating flesh,
Of ghoulish creatures dead and fresh.
Their voice was as if chasm had mouth,
Yawning like stars past flaming south,

It roared most grisly in its despair,
As if my thoughts it used to share.

Through the forests of that old desire,
I have dwelt in caves of fear and dread,
While I voluptuously fought with ire,
Against the demons that there spread,

That spread in their unholy lust,
Bringing a Succubus of their trust,

For me to copulate with,
And not forget my secret lust.