Mystic Tampering.

Some ancient wisdom Doth behold; a parabolic To unfold. Mathematics to Delight ; resemble crescent Moon at night! The alchemy In this I see; a medieval Fantasy . Behold the dragons Tooth and claw; from it, Power I will draw. Mystic Names are writ in clay; and Swept away before the Day. Squalid squawks that Screech the sky; bring chills Into the heart that lies. Fingers bony, nails that Split; do stir the cauldron With some spit. “Hail my Demon, come to me”; if You indulge my fancy free! Thus I challenge, this bleak World; what’s real I order Inward curl. Tumble down And thus reform; a universe “Reductio ad Absurdum “ Is reborn!