Bottled Demon

Bottled demon golden gleaming
promised visions, whispered pleasures
Tempting richness softly flowing
gently swirling, quickly warming.

Sweetness bitter, boldly burning
blood to boil, senses reeling
Tongue now loosened swiftly laughing
feet so boldly towards the dancing

Friendship quickly flows and splashes
loving pleasures so demanding
Still the bottled demons calling
spread your wings, the visions calling.

Upon the nightwinds swiftly rising
into the maelstrom wings still flashing
Beyond the moon, your senses reeling
till from his claws, in dark night falling.

Come the morn the bottles empty
Demons flown while you lay resting
Ashes from the bitter burning
fog the mind and foul the tasting.

Pounding in your skull the measure
of the heights you plunged from last nights pleasure
Bottled demon ere you fled
your vengeance took on my poor head.

© 2006 John T Mainer