So inebriant anise scent
pervades the consciousness as I free the spirit
Aromas of a wealthy garden
The lust, the desire, the ritual
Drip by drip I let her blood sweetened by my worst nightmares
Then patience...
As emerald turns to opaline, she comes to life
A complex cloud of memories swirls from the bottom.
So beautifully...
The opaque Queen is now present
Her skin is so white and pale
I embrace with passion
her poisonous figure
Now I am ready to depart
for my weird journey
Seeing visions never existed
At first so ideal, then so strange and finally so horrible...Reallity maybe