Have you been to the Sabbat
where the orgies are so lewd?
Where the old black goat with shameless gloat
reels out his piper's tune.
Where Our Lady's clad in reddened hues,
and shadows loom and beasts are brooms
and the altar is the skin?
Have you been beyond the hedge in yonder field or fen,
where angels walk among the stalks of corn and along the River's bend?
Have you been where the Star-Black Goddess yearns,
where the Faery Feast, a dream, exudes
a light, in dread of Night, and all desire burns?