La Ronde du Sabbat

… And their steps shake the arches colossal and high, Disturbing the dead in their tombs close by. “Satan sees you, ha ! With your coarse hands out-thrust, In the midst of the dust, Write then, witches accurst : Abracadabra ! Fly, foul birds of dread, With moulting wings spread, Through the alcoves o’erhead, Sustaining […]