It's time to seek the Monk of Chaos living in an old Goblin House in the Astral Plane.

Once a triangle drawn a pure boundary,

that outside let allure run free,

Place the destined sigil at its core,

Outside corners the threesome magic restore,

passage to their trecherous tent: The PENTAGRAM

There once was a stag, hard, straight, he true,

Who cavorted with crown and bell he do

Their union, obscene,

Was a scandalous scene—

A wild threesome affair hailed as The CIRCLE

There once was a coal, pink and unique,

That beckoned with whispers antique.

On a wall, scratch a door,

Let your magic pour,

Unveiling the lore of— the Square