What does a demon most desire?

Those forever days of the past      
it lay quiet in tranquil sleep,      
save for visitor's noiseless blasts      
of meteor's falls from the deep,      
raising silent dust's slow, slow, leaps      
in dance, gift of ghost's ballet shoes      
Ad agio A cappella,      
hypnotized my eyes, seek the moon...      
      
I see Hekate through my glass      
of spirits, as I start to dream,      
a virgin god, did she think, alas?      
I hear her hounds, Hades guards supreme,    
I fear beast dogs awake, griping claw, tearing teeth,
my fear of dog mounts higher inside...
grossly male, trembling knees, knock
I burn, tremble dreaming see gleam      
hot eyes, click of claw come to choose...      
nails pierce my clenched palms like claws, I...      
moth I, pinned by crazed magic moons...      
    
Constricted chest, sweat drowns my Sass,      
smell of wet dog fur make me freeze,      
my drink or some Satanic Mass      
make these demented visions stream      
across my glazing eyes, two-dog-teams      
of Hekate's hell-hounds stiff stalk move    
nip heels, thighs, herds me hell bound, I      
cowed, bare throat to a demon's moon...