Absynthian Fantasia



By: Spencer D.

What jade of light plays upon the glass.

A tender glow that warms the soul,

With the groves of life’s forbidden past.

An oak of velvet cascades

Down, awakening the vapid senses.

A euphoric pleasure freed

From a mind of blind acceptance.

Stirring the mind from a dream’s dream,

The universe unfolds its many wonders.

The essence of a esoteric bliss

Slowly pulls the soul asunder

By the vines of a serpent’s kiss.

© SD 2010

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