“I see you.” He says from his hiding place, “I see you play your games.”
“I see you live your lives, your loves… I see you make your claims.”
He regards them with a scornful eye, “…A pretty picture frame.”
He spits upon the earth they tread. “…A life I find quite lame.”
“I watch you burn your witches black, I watch you name your names.”
“I’ll no longer bear your bladed taunts, I’ll no longer wear your chains”
“You banish me from your fairy tale, for your sorrows I’m to blame”
A smile spreads across his lips. “I know the secret behind this pain.”
“So I’m a blemish in your perfect world, nothing but a stain.”
“Your icy words don’t matter now, for this swamp is now my domain.”
He retreated back into the rotting fen, his yellow eyes aflame.
“I’ll return one day with more like me, and then we’ll see who reigns.”
Mirror Folk
Seraphim slinking in a backward realm
Plotting their maladies
Saccharine sounding a siren’s song
Putting your mind at ease
Dark edged narcissus, you peer within
The inky shades of night
Through a pane you reverse the ways
Spiderwebbing the sight
You look inside to try to see yourself
To unravel binding ties
Delightfully impish smiles return
From the silver sheet of lies
The one thing seen, a nightmarish dream
A monster in disguise
Dredging your depths, it knows your truths
Its laughs mime your cries
Things seen in place of your pretty face
Discord with what’s inside
And when luna tugs your soul to bear
Honesty rides the tide
Mister Pick
He’s a killer
Beyond redemption
Modern day Ripper
With black intentions
A dirty sinner
A smile that fits
One subtle wink
And a throat is slit
Quite the charmer
One well dressed knave
His thoughts are abyssal
He can not be saved
He’s a simple liar
Guilt free fiend
Deceiving the masses
Heart thief unseen
Just a gutless coward
Troubadour, so slick
His game is killing dreams
His name is Mister Pick
My Burden
Gifted with a healing touch yet all I do is harm
My song of hope is misconstrued as a vile charm
So many crimes lost to time, so many wrongs to right
The burden of love that I hold tight, my path, my shining light
Walk with me, stand with me, my arms are open wide
Give me one last chance to help, just a single try
Heed me, believe me, and trust my words, to you I’d never lie
I’d never cause you suffering, I would rather die
Take my hand, touch my heart, and in turn I’ll set you free
Do anything that you wish, just do not leave me be
The dream that I’d bring you peace is what keeps me going strong
And that maybe I brought some happiness to you all along
Nighttime on the Terrace
Moonlight
A cool metallic breeze
Stars dancing above
Waves crashing below
Gazes meet
Salty air, sweet with perfumes
Silent, a heart beats faster
Smoldering like cinders
Nearing one another, soft steps
The excitement electric
Inhaling intense breaths deep
Holding back apprehension
Fingertips play across cheeks
The evening drawing to a close
Midnight sky’s symphony
Playing a prelude
A perfect end, a perfect kiss
A kiss that has yet to happen
Not Just a Kiss
It wasn’t just a kiss
It was a dagger
One that pierced Achilles’ heel
It was a sip of wine
Soft vermilion nectar
Tasting of almonds
And tearing me apart
It was an icy stare
Seeing beyond the flesh
Soul baring its weakness
Boring open my fatal flaw
It seemed like a coma
Filled with sweet nightmares
Circus mirrors, rain puddles
Reflecting the forbidden
It seemed like forever
When it was just a kiss
Panther Dreams
Night time cat in mind paths, dancing
Black slits yellow, eyes are glancing
Sheaf of shadow, am I dreaming
Soft lit tallow, what’s she scheming
Growls speak sideways, everlasting
Within spells the dusk sun is casting
Dreamward prances, all intending
With a feline will that remains unbending
Within the thoughtscapes, slowly stalking
At the defenses of her prey, she’s balking
Defiantly plying the dream and weaving
With up front logic that’s undeceiving
A panther stares, charisma teeming
Awake to the fantasy that I am dreaming
Plague
It’s taken root, it’s deep in you
Nothing can stop it now
The forbidden fruit has rotted through
Once divine is now most foul
The widow’s kiss, its rum laced bliss
Her call the hiss of an asp
Typhoid Mary, she’s all too wary
A new victim is in her grasp
Dark hared shaman, foretells the famine
Pestilence carves a path
Queen of spades bearing tainted blades
The virus shows its wrath
Leper lead astray, you shuffle away
Your flesh rusts black as coal
A lesson is learned as you’re corrupted in turn
The plague has reached your soul
Plod
The broken road
A wilted rose
Sweet scent that lingers
Bright eyes that close
Foot falls behind
Perusing time
Days gone by
No longer mine
The path we tread
Whatever lies ahead
We carried forth
With wounds that bled
Fallen friends
Words that rend
Weary Bodies
Seek those who mend
The way is long
And could be wrong
But hold your doubts
And then plod on
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