A Creature of Myth

The creature of myth        
Lay real by my side,        
A cat with a flask        
With the poison I sigh      
       
A mid-summer night      
A dream bestirs fable,      
And a serpent with fire        
That feasts from my table.      
       
I found the collections            
Where tops opened wide;          
Shaken oracles small         
Yet precised on each side.          
           
In a shelter of dream,          
I was never to go.            
Stood the identity            
I was never to know.          
           
It’s a cat with a flask,            
With poison's demise.          
And a thunderous roar            
That opened my eyes.          
           
A dream bestirs passion;            
The mid-summer night’s fable,          
And a basket of fire,            
That feasts from my table.