I am the eternal mage incarnate;
My staff is worked with runes from crown to haft,
With me all sorcery, all magic craft.
I keep a red-eyed succubus as mate
And lover in my dark and hidden home.
My bird-like eyes can pierce all hearts and know
What boons dead Pharaoh's demons my bestow,
Or learn unsubtle lusts from Nero's Rome.
I know all magic. See how my least whim
Is conjured forth as real as stone or steel:
See cities sprouting from the hills like trees?
My huge and unfurled wings like seraphim?
Hear buttercups like bells, each iron peal?
From heaven I draw down the Pleiades.