Slinking into satin sheets,
spinning pupils like twirling feet.
Then from her nostrils flare golden butterflies,
like Icarus they move to the violet, burning sky
as a siren song moves from her mouth
and the goddess creeps into her heart.

On the Isle of Innisfree,
taking shape of the sea.
Rolling,pulling,
Climbing,rowing.

Lustrous fingernails scratching glass,
Dementia takes her amber ax,
casting shadows on the strawman mask,
spins and swirls a pungent dance.
Fluctuant silouhette in evening gown,
She a pale and succulent cloak of coals.

On the Isle of Innisfree,
taking shape of sea.
Rolling, pulling,
Climbing, rowing.

Grappling in the boggy air,
turning and tossing,
caressing silver moonlit hair
With marble eyes emblazoned,
and a morose stare,
with lacy, icy gauntlets touching skin.