Locked in a dungeon built sound, dank,
deep the poison of thought I drew.
A heady brew as any rascal drank
has tainted true workers, a good many few.
Ah, but what wond’rous visions to me revealed.
I imbibed creativity; my future is sealed.
It’s Quadrille night at dVerse Poets Pub, and our tender, Victoria, has asked us to belly up with an offering that is sound in one way or another. …just for the fun of it, see below.