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Taking refuge in my bedroom
Away from stress and fear
I take a sip of absinthe
And watch the music flood my ears.
I gaze at coloured posters
Which are living on my wall
The four horsemen of the apocalypse ride
And sound the clarion call.
I see skeletons step from graveyards
With scythes they do advance
But are stopped by guardian angels
Whose incantations block their path.
As music invades my senses
Scattered images float around
And fauns make love with dryads
That writhe in ecstasy on the ground.
Scented flowers blow sweet kisses
Which catch me on the lips
Gifts of love from Daffodils,
White Roses, black Tulips.
I view the wedding of the century
Between Death and the Vampire Queen
And drink the blood of Dracula
In salutation to this scene.
As Psyche enters Cupid's garden
Without knocking on his door
My trip for now is over;
In this shadow world that I adore. |
