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 sides;          
Shaken oracles small,          
Yet precised very wide.          
         
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.