Ill fated energy

In the aroma of a lilac scented garden 
a manic majestic wonder explodes.
In the choirs chorus I leap over sanities 
threshold.

Dancing with spirits, they permit to this 
safety of euphoria.
Though an ill fated energy conflicted 
in dysphoria.

Toxic venom of pain, coursing to the brain.

The demon's curse glossed over by an
angel, in verse.