Olonso

Tue. 10/16/73

Dear Olonso,
Today we get our pictures taken.

"2"
The fire is burning high, beneath the step I take
The meeting on the way, I hear the screaming cry
The blood is on the ground, the wretches run around
Behind the bushes, where I am, I hear the name "Diana."

Through a window's view, one night
I saw around a candle's light
A mystic group, whose gathering pertains
To the grotesque Prince of Darkness.