My version of the Faust legend is 152 lines, in tetrameter couplets alternating masculine and feminine rhymes. It has a cheerier ending than most; Faust and the Devil get drunk, become friends, and open a bar together. Here’s how it begins. I’ll cut it off before we get to the sex magick.

Perhaps you’ve heard of Johann Faust,
Who got in Dutch when he got soused.
Young Johann was a model student,
Punctilious, humble, pious, prudent,
Who did his work and paid his debts,
Which got him what that often gets.
And so the starving boy’s ambition
Provoked him to become magician;
But, sad to say, his charms and spells
Raised nothing but unpleasant smells.
So, one night as he sipped his Rhenish,
And tipped the bottle to replenish
The sweet intoxicating wine
The vintners make along the Rhine,
He vowed to frame an invocation
Obscene enough to earn damnation…