Madness of Sonia

Hardly a rain drop for the magnolia
sadly it’s the total loss of ambrosia
endless souls lost in Mesaphotomia
to the curse of once beautiful Sonia
 
the day’s serenade of black dahlias
and a parade of pretty white laelias
celebrating the bloom of red euthalia
the mystical births in the land of Idalia
 
pouty lips of the angelic sisters of Yuliya
depressive rant, the gothic men of Adalia
jealous vein, the mad people from Thalia
greed and lechery, the perfumes of Camellia
 
peaceful interruption, the militants of Caligula
mass love and hex was their crazed propaganda
grapes and wines, intertwined was the memoranda
beauties of Idalia, hunks of Adalia, all at the veranda
 
all the people, mesmerised by the scent of Perfumuo
brains arrests, the true causes yet they do not know
men were all in ecstasy, fellatios were blow by blow
women’s sighs and highs are all out the cities below
 
the majestic Calaban presenting to Miranda  
bold Veronians teasing the alluring Amanda
imperial artisans seducing wives of Thalia
watched thirstily himself,  a Lord Caligula
 
fornication galore, screams alike of folklore
music and dancing, parading on the floor
debaucherry roars that the people adore
things the gods have never seen before
 
lost the was sense of true love’s beauty
gone were the orders in a peaceful city
tyranny came in the form of a fantasy
the sexualities any longer not fallacy
 
breaths of madness angered Sonia
a beautiful soul of Mesaphotomia
droughts, famine and dementias
led these people to Euthanasia