Delusions of red velvet cake and Cuban cigars circulate in her spellbound soul,

A vision of Aphrodite whispering to the Hades of another faith.

Fallacies of an Elysian universe sprout from her cranberry lips,

A memory of a forgotten lover, drowning doubts with a douse of ideology.

Illusions of chimeric wishes, bourn off upon the quivering ripples of a teardrop river,

A mystifying kiss of confusion, blurring the lines between reality and optimism.

She dreams in color, for those who care to see,

What ancient secrets feed on her misery.

A repetition of antiquity, in all its blood and glory,

Wrought with nightmares, bold and blue, of disregarded allegory.