Sean P. Pratt

 Excelsior

High on mountain dwells a martyr

Women and children have been slaughtered

A curse was put

The future dim

Sorceress controls thee

At her whim

Mandolins lightly play

Growing emotions day by day

Satyrs dance among the trees

Dionysus must be appeased

Centaurs join the ceremony

Spiders oozing

Gossamer honey

The world around us melts away

And leaves us in a skeletal bay

Warping flowers grow astray

Poseidon’s’ eyes reflect a ray

Satyr flutes playing loud

Elves and Faeries join the crowd

Rainbows hit the daisy-chain

Sprinkled by a summer rain

There is so much more for you to gain

When you sink into your brain