In the fair lady's chamber,
night's mares adorn the boney grotto,
brain's cranium hall,
with grotesqueries languorous
and caused her lanquid fall...
What did she see...
Before her fine looking glass
of cut crystal, vial of a perfumed liquid
drawn from flower seeds
those whose Drink-me freed Id.
Lascivious and sublimity
breasts engage carnival dark imp's demon mind,
insanity's steed with mystic orbs in its sockets
ponders the question, "Does she dream think of me?"
c FJM
Author notes
The picture still wouldn't let me go
so there came this poem...hope I can submit
two to this wonderous "contest."
A contest entry
- Dark picture inspiration anyone? by juliex-exotic shine.
700 points, ended April 25, 2007, 13 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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