Musing on the Fae
Break away the steel and stone walls,
Find simple truth, simple release,
Rhythmic failing heartbeat,
Whitewashed world, Black and white,
Where's Nosferatu to give me the longed after curse,
Why for do the floors move beneath bare feet,
Caught in the midnight moon-tide,
Drowning in a ghostly see of milk hued liquor,
180 prof if your lucky,
This sweet surrender to a higher power,
Unfurling wings , silk to the finger tips,
Death on the lips,
Leaving behind everything , anything, all things.
Take two sips, pass the glass.
Welcome to the Wicked Wonderland.
A personal ode to absinthe,
if you don't like it.
Quite frankly I don't give a damn.
Cheers. Current Mood: contemplative