Abisnthe

“Absinthe” Ancient petite green fairy, dispenser of dreams vivid In bar corners; this artistic Madam, beckons the unwary. Dignity falls beneath each pour, dispenser of solitude encapsulates between torn silk; its perfumed whore, mont Venus in folklore. Spinning giddy a celestial passion dispenser of maggots all consuming ego remains scattered; spilt lipped wife, her lovers as dogs of a-fashion. Oh petite liquid fairy so green dispenser of timeless moon time cold laying broken; a smudged jack heart, jackass bitten, pale so lean. Swirling in an andromeda ceiling dispenser of ruination vomit bound, breasts motion blurred; faceless mother substitute, this fairy, with dawn deceiving .