Poem about the Dublin Hellfire Club

I received this poem to my email address recentlyfrom a user called Colfaz. That structure inspires a lot of creativity from people:

I wrote this poem about the Hell Fire Club when I was up there recently. Just thought Id share it with you and feel free to use it on the site!

The hell fire club

The men who bastardised the passage tomb were doomed.                                                                     The men wear skeletal jump suits and top hats                                                                                                 Carry canes and their bones glow in the dark                                                                                              Long scarves fall off them and trail along the cobbled leaving                                                                 Psychedelic neon symbols painted across the debris                                                                                    Of the abandoned hunting lodge.                                                                                                                     The women flaunt fangs                                                                                                                                      Wear tassels and capes, burlesque style dresses with                                                                                Thin straps that scrape their shoulder blades                                                                                              Until sores appear.                                                                                                                                          Light transparent gloves disguise                                                                                                                       Seductive hand movements and                                                                                                                      Involuntary spasms.                                                                                                                                              Not resisting the music                                                                                                                                                                          Swaying the Hellfire Club provides appropriateness. The DJ controls the ceremony.Perched on the alter before the great doors of the evil estate.Resting a silver chalice on disintegrating foliage jagged blade against the neck of a stiff goat. The faint applause can be heard in the distance and the Music begins again.The blood nourishes the children that Carry the curse. Mimicking the mayhem.