#he-goat

A horned white goat with starless eyes

Is dragged toward a spellbound demise.

Its veins are let in pulsing flood,

The chalice filled with Shabbat blood.

The dazzled head hung on stave,

And wrapped in black lace at the grave

That licks the coven in moonlit rings, 

As each one thrills to see such things.

Their fire lit orgy is a thread

That joins the living with the dead.

The goat head gapes as in a daze,

Jordane Prestrot