Swirling circles of paranormal light
flood a sanctified apothecary.
Drifter's snake among the
fainting acolytes as horns of
sacred unicorns sing hoarsely.
Tenor chimes flux the face
of tender hearts relapsing
soprano trill of holly will
into fire spirits jump dancing.
Rainbow Gods and orchestral order.
Fiery dawn of snow deer's sun
innocence lies gaily laughing.
Virgin queens creating scenes
beneath a moon of steely blue.
Knights clad in protective arms
surge joy through the crowd.
Pale wise men flock to see
amok the sea of drowning boys.
Green cloud miles, moors of
age speak solemnly of sloth.
Like hazy and moonbeam days
are what my fantasy has wrought.