Led-awake-mare

Loathsome eyes of a night hag are staring in the paralysis of my sleep

Evoking my bespoke nightmares, in disguise it'll idle awhile then creep

Disturbing and coercing demons in its stealthy sleight of haunting veils

As it leaves me fearing the cold unseen touch, of its fingers razor nails

With a blink of its raven eyes, it's there, darkness descends and worse

As I know its siren's silent screaming, is more than any demon's curse

Keeper of horror, stay in my paramnesia, trapped until night is morrow

End this phasm, still in my mind, for where I am, you must not follow...

My frightened eyes are wide, as a shadow slips through the open door

And now in pre-dawn's half light I await the daybreak, or a paring claw

Roused from my delusions, its presence has come at my sanity's cost

Emerging from my led-awake-mare, the oneirophobia's finally crossed

 

The Weeping Willow

There're farmers fields, of golden hues, passing through is a babbling brook

Hidden afar from here, but it's there, or somewhere else if you carefully look

Equanimity's shared, twixt the water and the breeze and the weeping willow

Witchery wise and ephemeral, it's where the nightmares will gently un-billow

Ease yourself down, to the feathery ground, relax and let your actuality fade

Embrace the sun drenched delusion, or be seduced by a shimmering shade

Perhaps you'll descend into the abyss, of inner space, in your reveries oasis

In your deepest immersion, flow with the water, that flows into darker places

Now while you sleep awake, you can be enraptured by the dragons flying by

Gliding, almost invisibly, into a hollow shadow, where more than light will die

Waylaid by the wondrous dancing of dappled air's cataclysmic kaleidoscope

In your new unwary state of oneirism, the weeping willow is for you bespoke

Lest you never rouse from the eldritch-waste where the pious wicked plough

Leave your corporeal being, to be possessed, beneath the dreamer's bough

Only then may you rest in peace, for all those nightmares you once mistook

Will be a fading light in the darkness, to be swept away, by a babbling brook

 

Escape To Estonia

Here (or wherever I may be) there are empty carousels turning in spiders webs

In a cavernous interminable terminal of lost nothingness, where life surely ebbs

In this place and time I sense incoherent murmurings, that I know I cannot trust

As I remember death-mares echoing back, in the palls of choking ash and dust

For 'here' (wherever that may be) there's a whispering voice that makes me wilt

It intimates, with a familiar intonation, that my final fate is to be cocooned in silk

And there's no way away from preordination, for there's only Nowhere left to run

In this memory, of a purgatorial otherworld reverie, where odious webs are spun

Wherever I am 'now', I know it's not for me, I would rather face the devil's beast

On some other's mummified mind (on the fears they'll find), let the spiders feast

I can't kill what's dead, but with my imagination's figment, I will ride the carousel

And be borne into darkness, nightmares, or dreams, if not, I'm sure I'll be in Hell

Even in a death throes nightmare, there's still time to dream of that distant shore

Whispered murmurings of immortality drawing me back, to a time of once before

I awake for awhile beyond the interminable terminal, but in the state of catatonia

Where transcendent hallucinations reveal that I can make my escape to Estonia

I can see a moonlit sea, from high above, from a deserted deck of Tallinn's tower

For I'm finally 'here', where I've always been, in the coldest winter's, darkest hour

And nothing happens (and never will) for I'm faraway from the spiders silky webs

As eternity unfolds before me, even the dream of death and time, gradually ebbs