Puss sat deep in thought
On her brow, a frown was frought
She thought, “He is an obstinate chap
He just likes to chat and chat.
What he says does give me cause
To think, and to pause.”
“Shall I seduce him?
Shall I abuse him?
Shall I engage him in talk?
To bring him down a peg or two,
That I would dearly love to do.
No more talk; watch what I do.”
Gazing at Lucifer, with her
Eyes full of fire. She patted the sofa,
And said, “Lucifer come over.
The time for talk is gone
Come into my parlour
Let me show you my amour”
Lucifer laughed, and stroked her head
“This, my dear, is not the time for bed;
Let’s stay and talk some more
This is the time for debate, for clarity
On what brings desire, and insanity
Is it me? Is it you? Or, is it Divinity?”
“What do you need, and what do you want?
How much do you want? How strongly?
Will you kill for your desire?
Who planted the seed in Man for things, for power?
Is it in your nature to want, to desire?
Is it in your nature to be on fire?”
“What is it that brings you to Heaven or to Hell?
Do your awful deeds bring you here?
Or, will your sanctimonious pride take you there?
Is the freedom from desire that which sets you free?
Think of these things as you flee,
From that which is dear; face your inner fear”