Hecate named the heir of Sappho
In spells abstract, dark and red
Weaving impish curses to and fro
And from her gates, velvet clad
Floating in the night, grave robbing
Raising her children to Wight
Heeding our pleas for warm blood
A pale finger pointing East
Wailing love's end and winter's reign
Cast aside for virgin's content
And we roamed
Amongst twenty-first century gypsies
Clothed in tasteless craft and obtuse tongues
Whose erotic languor beds rodent and flee
Down, spilling mead for Dionysus
Down, 'midst hedonistic orgiastic muck
Down, plunged in grease and scoundrel filth
Stripped of meaning and word
Whetting blades of argent flame
Oblivion for the masks of Mardi Gras
And we escaped
Leaving absinthe-drenched bordellos
Beneath moongleam and starlight
For we are a murder of crows
Apathetic, unappreciated scholars
The caffeine-slunk undead poets
Feathers torn and pointing West
Moving as must the dreamers slain
Demonized by Angels' intent
Wailing love's end and winter's reign
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