Sanctum

 
There stands a dark cathedral    
Of the righteously profane—    
An unholy sanctuary    
For the secretly insane.    
   
An icy radiation    
Illuminates each ominous spire;    
Echoing pagan chants extol    
The virtues of all things dire.    
   
The philosophies discussed here    
Cast wan light on subjects dismal.    
Not for illumination’s sake,    
But to highlight the abysmal.    
   
In this blasphemous asylum  
Shameless sacrilege is found,    
And the day it fails to serve that end—    
Is the day I burn it down.