Classic Poem

When from thy heart the altar veil was drawn
I saw an idol on a golden throne.
Upon his forehead burned a ruby stone,
His visage was more awful than the dawn.
He made the heavens a loincloth for his hips,
Within the hand he lightly held the globe,
But the design upon his mystic robe
Was as the Beast of the Apocalypse.

God's sons, dear heart, no longer mate with man.
I too, once caught in Satan's black trapan,
Bowed to an idol from an alien star,
But through the clouds of incense sick with myrrh
Spied on his brow the sign of Lucifer:
The crimson ruby was a crimson scar!