Three Fates fathomed a fellow to figure
Facsinating that which is feral and foul
To be fervid and satisfying;
A furious felicity.
Three moaning eyes, muttering movements of demise,
In communion and motets;
Mouthing torment, and molding meticulous
Climaxes and impalements.
Three seeds planted within the abundant day,
Defiling the blood of the divine
Land and verdure, delivering demons
To diffuse and demonstrate.
Two thumbs covering her eyes, intruding
On entry to truth and supplanting a
Treacherously comforting sight to note;
Two lips whispering through her ear, sounding
Spiders and snakes to slither and sail the
Chasms and fissures on the sides of her skull.
And a current, crawling into her
Intellect and catalyzing the descent
On the track she trekked,
Carefully and casually conducting her limbs
Like creatures anchored from chords below.