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Past a meadow blaze

where a polar bedroom stunk

and coronated, Diana s throat is split

to a canopy decorated with Pantherina stars.

And further on in tall impaling woods

a latex ballerina is set on fire

to an effigy of jaundice and mint.

Occult succubus stares through arrow slits

catching purple stormed stars

before mighty foothills..

Following north winds

To a croaking Ardennes neigh

Through nightside gates

And broken promenades.

The smell of opium tea

And trumpets in the caves.

Chairman Vlad Dracul lives on

Spearmint leaves and bitter mandrake

Past a yellow sun

in a glade full of bulrush,

wrens hiss by the ear

of a labored Vlad Dracul.

As tempest showers primrose

and near lightning he laughs

inert slaves

bring purple port to lit elegant chambers

of blue lace!

A pope sacrificing mews

To chambers full of golden wax

The jesters are tortured,

as the woodlands sing in overture.

While nymphs lay

blessing sheets of

silver brocade.

To tempest bowered rays

through halls of endless mirrors.

Following north winds

To a croaking Ardennes neigh

Through night-side gates

And broken promenades

The smell of opium tea

And trumpets in the cave

Chairman Vlad Dracul livs on

Spearmint leaves and bitter mandrake

So you feel as

though there is nothing left.

Except!

The memories of pine

slivers and painful

scents behind silhouettes.

Log hollows expose sighs and cuts upon my

marble breasts.

Remember me as a symbol

and sign of a time long past.

And I swore to bring back her

moaning spirit

like Cyanescens

underneath the pond.