Through Lycanthropie's Trod Communion

To morphe of angels into animal warfare

Demonic philia old to tilt constellations alight

Horrors in the pack that ply steamingly to hog

Tread inveighed against the light 'o night and shades

And of orpheus to sing enchantments drear

There, where nymphs haunt of fauns, furies and centaurs

To wear their sapphire crowns as with the twilight

In principesque lore communion perplexed morphed deities

And so gazed upon the clustering locks

Wreathed thence in orient liqour of ambrosia draught

Of phoebus as the potion of beastly antropomorphia

Through lycanthropie's trod communion

Swift as the sparkle of burning heavenly gardenia

Therefore intemperate thirst fond

Not to still the wild winds when they roar

But hush the waving flames to eden's glancing disgrace

Through lycanthropie's trod communion

The wild winds haunt and roar swift and merciless

Hear asphodel descending to fetch upon the sheep

To abide and arm for war as bidden to the carnal garden

" all other parts remaining as they were,

And they, so perfect in their misery;

Not once perceive their foul disfigurement "

Soon as the potion works, their human countenance,

The express resemblance of the gods, is changed

Into some brutish form of wolf or bear,

Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat "

Clutter'd round morphing beast in joint community

Through trod wolven anthropomorphic twilight

Loathe shattered upon the feeble

But boast forth in lycanthropie's trod communion

Draught liqour from ambrosia's own womb

To change the resemblance of the mourning heavens

" these my sky-robes, spun out of iris' woof…