Poet's Tooth

You broke off my poet's tooth

While I was sleeping

To use in your strange perfume

There it is, still steeping

Somnambulist with candelabra

Walking to the gallows

A fly stuck in the castle web

A spider for my pillow

By the hearth of hieroglyphics

Burned the hissing cauldron

Like a flower dying backwards

Whispered incantations

A potent pipesmoke on your breath

Below the waxing gibbous

A little madness in your smile

What will the goblin give us?

A tear for beauty, you can love the saddest story

Rarer gems than tears will decorate your crowning glory

You plucked it like a bloom from the mouth of muck and mire

You didn't get the root, dig deeper still if you desire

The pulchritude of sweet perfume won't cover up the stench of want

You broke off my poet's tooth

While I was sleeping

To wear under the worm moon

There I found you creeping

Your cloak removed

To dance in your enchanted coronation

The ancient throne

Was claimed before a vulgar imitation

Astral breadcrumbs lead you

The jeweled gate guarding treasure

Songs from the celestial bodies

Prisoners of pleasure

You have the key right in your pocket

Had it all along

The rarest music slept for centuries

Till you sang your song

Close your eyes and see yourself where you are going

You're intoxicated by the comfort of not knowing

Down the corridor, some magic for your journey

Spiders weaving spells in every corner that you're turning

The gate is gilt and heavy, find the strength to push it open