A Houyhnhnm's Scrapbook/Number 1/Witches' Spring

Zadud we worshipped by the flickering lights
Of reeking corpse-tallow where the goat-throne stood;
And Marcy Babson wed with nameless rites
The Thing we summoned out of Coven Wood:
High on the cliffs of that inverted noon
The witchcradle Pleiads dangled loathsomely;
And over Waitesville hung the bloated moon
Drawing earth’s foulness like an evil sea:

I saw a star descending from the Ram
And Samas-foxes harried from the south;
The shadows shattered like a blasted dam,
The hot salt taste of blood was in my mouth:
Then like a severed throat the witchfire came,
And all the world was writhing in green flame.