Hell blew me a kiss.
A conflagration of debauchery and insolence,
Once scarred as a necessity in youth\'s sense,
I blushed like a vestal before Pan\'s offence;
All streams gargled gold and all masks wept.
I scraped ash on each tooth stepped,
As a pale King, I tried to address the tastes that crept
Upon the antediluvian tongue;
Through poetry, fornication, genuflection and song.
But I was a novice, a mistake, a castrated gong.
A violin gnawed at the waist, a decrepit hag
That took pride in being a whore--a facetious rag.
Alas! The fur of a pious goat has sizzled into slag;
All clouds are fiery halos inside Ouroboros bliss
And the phosphorous strophe burns only in abyss.
Hell blew me a kiss.