I've just commented on someone else's hangover, which seemed...hung over? Not bad poetry, just not right. Yours on the other hand does not linger on the morning after, the allusions are intriguing and one wonders what is real and what is part of a dream still continuing. GREAT work this! Originalty redefined.
hmm...this reminds me of my own harrowing encounter with an evil woman...with a cursed smile. Could it be the same unwanted visiter? I doubt it, at least she left you enough to write a good poem...the rhyming actually fit, wasn't forced or trite...hopefully your heart will sing something other than ballads other than blood and fire