Lunatic's Moon...

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
under his hot glare I drop my eyes,
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 lunatic's moon...