Riding through the air she comes

Lured with the smell of infant blood

To dance with Lapland witches while

The laboring moon eclipses at their charms

Fierce as ten furies

Terrible as Hell

Voluminous and vast

A serpent armed with mortal sting

Woman to the waist and fair

But ended foul in many a scaly fold

About her middle round: a hideous peal

A cry of Hell-hounds

With wide Cerberean mouths full loud

Bark and howl within unseen

The adversary of God and Man

With thoughts inflamed of highest design

Puts on wings and towards the gates of Hеll

Explores a solitary flight