The Green Fairy

When water and Absinthe are mixed,
the drinker’s destiny may be fixed;
a fairy is set free in a cloud of perfume
which the drinker is invited to consume.
Wrapping the unwary in an alcoholic costume,
setting the soul free to follow the banshee,
or to sit and stare into the green misty mire
and use the green muse to fondle desire.
There to conjure a nonsensical scheme
or drive the carousel of far fetched dream.

Over time she steals the talent of the brilliant,
her facets defeat the valiant and resilient.
Forging for a while geniuses of mediocrities,
heightening peculiarities and servicing insanities.
The green witch souls to steal and stitch
and yet fools lust after this green bitch.
The Green Fairy smiles through her blusher
as if the punters to her wanton desire to usher;
tickling their predilection for addiction
with a smile and a gesture of her green wrist,
lips lower and she waits, consenting to be kissed.