Carnival

A litany, a wish, not for long.
Sweet emotion, running strong,
A heart beating under the shade
of a tree...
Olives, and of men and mice,
Thou hath not struck a pretty vice,
Carnivals of imagination, crystal balls loom,
Tarot of fortune, and a destiny of Bloom,
Grim beneath the blue moon,
Crowing at the time, none too soon.
Amid the reeking incense and flame,
And the woods creaking thy name,
thy name...