Meet for the beasts,

in secrecy, gathering to mete out punishments

which are considerable ecstasies for the

witches most deserving secretions of pleasure

which swoon and sway the minds of mortals

beyond the cold fire of countable cardinality

consistent to an abhorrent scale

given over to insanities of unaccountable countenance

creating a mad Hell of Heavens consumed

melodies of mythology

to which the redundancies of returning are replete with the desire

to return and return again.