Majestic mythic visions dance
before my blood shot eyes
sending me into the black
depths of fright as glittering
obsidian orbs erratically fly
across the dark abyss of my
fantastic dreams while little
funny faced pixies flitter across
the verdant bushes of my mind
while toothy snarling creatures
stomp through the silvery mists
of my drunken stupor.
Donavon Scott Vinson