Atlantis…

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Oh leave me alone in my world!
So magical, so imaginary
Let me go, leave me be
In my entrancing, enchanting world!
  
Oh so beautiful, so dangerous world
A mirage in parallel dimension.
An ignis fatuus, shadowed, veiled.
A delusion of my fertile, trained mind.
  
No gravity, no laws of the nature I know.
Exist it does, on another plane of reality.
Plants and animals so beautiful yet deadly.
Each day ushers a struggle against sanity.
  
In my world, no human breathes,
Except the ones that I let live.
No cheating selves, no lying peeps.
Only those on the basis of need.
  
Seasons change in a blink.
In myriad colours the evening tinges.
The sky and ground are upside down.
I fly around on my invisible wings.
  
My world, it’s so enchanting, entrancing!
Makes my life rich, such beauty it brings.
It underscores the meaning of my existence.
Can’t live without the daily dreams.
  
My world is truer than the reality surrounding me.
All the tangibles paler than my musings.
I am the creator of an alternate universe.
The maker and destroyer of my own Atlantis!
  
Omnipotent. omnipresent and all-knowing,
Whether past, present or future.
All are pawns on this chessboard of imagination,
Against my own self, I lose or win.

Summoning The Demon…

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Inhuman desires pave
The way to inhuman deeds.
In a dark cave,
A summoning circle leads.

Breathing brimstone,
Noxious fumes,
Sulfurous overtone,
The demon looms.

Wings and claws,
Bloodred eyes,
Heathen laws,
Spewing lies.

Master of illusions,
A puppet maker,
Harbinger of dark visions,
The undertaker.

Beguiles and seduces,
Through desires of flesh,
To ashes it reduces,
Any human so rash.

Tempt you it will,
Through bargains and deals,
A cavernous appetite to fill,
The broken bodies – it’s meals.

In the form of a child,
It will enter your room,
Through its cries wild,
It will seal your doom.

And once it has appeased its foul, hungry hole,
No blood, bone or body left to tell,
Drag it will your immortal soul,
An eternity to burn in the pits of hell!

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The Witching Hour…

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The witching hour,
Spawns dark spells,
By the witch’s tower,
In the bogs and dells.

The witching hour,
Innocents sleep peacefully,
The wicked one’s power,
Steals their essence gracefully.

The witching hour,
The witch chants and cackles,
Her victims cower,
Beneath the spikes and shackles.

The witching hour,
She reigns it all,
Cauldrons spit and shower,
Potions of darkness and fall.

The witching hour,
The witch brewing her evil,
Her face hideous and sour,
Dances with the devil.

The witching hour,
Her breath bloody and rank,
Draws sweetness from night flower,
Scenes of death – pale and dank.

The witching hour,
Swollen with greed,
Felled by poisoned dower,
To the crows – her, we feed!

A Dark Dream…

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A haze descends
Over my eyes,
Everything I see
Through pale moonlight…

There I meet you
In the dark of the night,
A languor steals you
Sweet will, sweeter life…

Thief that I am
I do not care
Share you the blood moon
Exquisitely soulless, Exquisitely bare!

And in the end
There’s a life that wanes,
Though droplets of ruby
My thirst remains!