ironic odes of hermian lovecraft

nude etruscans
were padding silently
through the cypress grove
when they came upon
an enormous amorphous
black goat thing
which sprawled and slithered
and opened itself up
and here and there
darkly furred shadow people
strode out of momentary portals
and then the lovemaking began
so here is where we must enact
the tular rasnal for the black goat
works to make others pretty
the mirror shiner from the cold
deep void