To morphe of angels into animal warfare Demonic philia old to tilt constellations alight Horrors in the pack that ply steamingly to hog Tread inveighed against the light 'o night and shades And of orpheus to sing enchantments drear There, where nymphs haunt of fauns, furies and centaurs To wear their sapphire crowns as with the twilight In principesque lore communion perplexed morphed deities And so gazed upon the clustering locks Wreathed thence in orient liqour of ambrosia draught Of phoebus as the potion of beastly antropomorphia Through lycanthropie's trod communion Swift as the sparkle of burning heavenly gardenia Therefore intemperate thirst fond Not to still the wild winds when they roar But hush the waving flames to eden's glancing disgrace Through lycanthropie's trod communion The wild winds haunt and roar swift and merciless Hear asphodel descending to fetch upon the sheep To abide and arm for war as bidden to the carnal garden "All other parts remaining as they were, And they, so perfect in their misery; Not once perceive their foul disfigurement" Soon as the potion works, their human countenance, The express resemblance of the gods, is changed Into some brutish form of wolf or bear, Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat" Clutter'd round morphing beast in joint community Through trod wolven anthropomorphic twilight Loathe shattered upon the feeble But boast forth in lycanthropie's trod communion Draught liqour from ambrosia's own womb To change the resemblance of the mourning heavens "These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof...
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Copy to Clipboard: To morphe of angels into animal warfare Demonic philia old to tilt constellations alight Horrors in the pack that ply steamingly to hog Tread inveighed against the light 'o night and shades And of orpheus to sing enchantments drear There, where nymphs haunt of fauns, furies and centaurs To wear their sapphire crowns as with the twilight In principesque lore communion perplexed morphed deities And so gazed upon the clustering locks Wreathed thence in orient liqour of ambrosia draught Of phoebus as the potion of beastly antropomorphia Through lycanthropie's trod communion Swift as the sparkle of burning heavenly gardenia Therefore intemperate thirst fond Not to still the wild winds when they roar But hush the waving flames to eden's glancing disgrace Through lycanthropie's trod communion The wild winds haunt and roar swift and merciless Hear asphodel descending to fetch upon the sheep To abide and arm for war as bidden to the carnal garden "All other parts remaining as they were, And they, so perfect in their misery; Not once perceive their foul disfigurement" Soon as the potion works, their human countenance, The express resemblance of the gods, is changed Into some brutish form of wolf or bear, Or ounce or tiger, hog, or bearded goat" Clutter'd round morphing beast in joint community Through trod wolven anthropomorphic twilight Loathe shattered upon the feeble But boast forth in lycanthropie's trod communion Draught liqour from ambrosia's own womb To change the resemblance of the mourning heavens "These my sky-robes, spun out of Iris' woof...
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