The Scroll Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Lyre of fortitude poems of ridicule
You are the princess of barren fields
Dickens is caught in his affair
From the grave you feed

Monster of the sensual id
Caressed in insatiable night
Growing like a horrible snake
Eyes full of the selfish plight

Made from a thousand corpses
The living disease of self-contempt
Be gentle with your lifeless love
Voluptuous legs of the spider

Lair of Eden in broken Greece
Milton with stoic poems of stone
Nobility of the medieval castle
Verlaine punishes the gargoyles

Your stars fall like a winding stairs
Monks greet Plotinus celibates
Stain glass autopsies
The scroll is a forgery