Old murder stain immortal on the Molesworth floor
Dirty kitchen corner
Where in hornier cornmaking days we spent time cavorting
Feasts fit for horned lords, sporting hunt blusterful
Wide-ended blunderbussish his wondrous hunting horn
Painted urn waxy and lustrous, bull blood red and bone dust white
Depicting the blinding of one-eyed Polyphemus on the Sicilian Isle
Two serpents, two whores; servants to a twin-aspect idol.
Bereft of blessings I opened the second door to mystery,
Toward the top floor the staircase spiralled dizzyingly.
Alchemisland 
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