Insanity's Steed

In the fair lady's chamber,
night's mare adorns the bony grotto,
brain's cranium hall,
with grotesqueries languorous
and caused her languid 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 Frederick J. Mayer