Call: EROS OF NIGHT AND BLOOD & Response: Mad is a Madman, Crooked his Melos

I know my mind is mazed, twinned realms disputing place
That work now to employ but one legerdemain
New to their repertoire; and intuition hints
That worlds so long discrete have matter-melded so
That night and day, known always as far-sundered realms,
Became the same huge arrased madhouse, for
So deftly have the threads been interwoven that
My dream and waking are but fabrics fused
By cruel craftsmen who'd devise such gadgetry
So that their lunacy could earn bored Satan's coin.
Then with low cunning they have left me for the rats.

Madman's Song:
O I know all about black stars
Those dank demented orbs that ride
And roar about the cosmos more
Insane than you and I, bright bride.
How wondrous that Orion should
Get back to me so toute de suite
When proud Antares was so good
To boost up Yuletide's fiercest heat.
But that's enough of toys and tots
For what is bubbling here inside
Is imagery entwined in knots
More taunting and more snigger-snide
Than bleeding gums, lice-laden toe.
For even midst such savage woe,
Telluric filth, and chthonic mire
I only dream of plunging, lo!
Into that inky mink's hell-fire
And then to consort with you till
Enfin you're just as mad and ill-
When doom arrives and makes knock-knock-
I'm on!-"who's there? Good greeting, Sire!"