The Rings of Jupiter -

Black Mages of feline form Turn the churned sighs of light unborn Conquering the crypts—their mission Superstitious be the opposition Sic their claws deep into the sacrifice Deep in the dead of night Phlebotomy for Phlegethon’s flow Quenching dehydration for the unknown Flashing their fangs The way of which their incantations sang So, when they go away, The mice are still too scared to play. Sink your teeth into this treat Unsheathe the claws and open thy jaw Bear witness as the felines of black magic sing Roaring like lions with the ferocity of lightning.