Cul-de-sac

 

Come hither now, for there's another way 

Unmarked on maps, it's where they decay

Lost souls, redirected, into perdition's pit 

Drawn astray, for the way was counterfeit 

Eden was abandoned, as all the dead end 

Sheol's closer, for everyone's condemned 

And, with no escape, there is no way back 

Come hither now! To a doomlit cul-de-sac 

Our Time

 

 

There is no time, without a ticking clock 

Or any parish, without an obedient flock 

Reality is unmeasured, it's out of control 

The Empyrean's a void, there isn't a soul 

There's a tick, and a tock, 'til it just stops 

No matter the faiths, of mortality's crops 

Every fable is folly, to untruths, they align 

For 'creation' is ephemeral; as is our time 

What there wasn't before, won't be again 

The unfathomable never hears, any amen 

For every life timed, by the simple sundial 

Will abandon the clocks, if only, for awhile 

Oneironauts & Ghosts

 If they tempt a mind, they'll haunt a dream 

For there're phantoms that will misdemean

Albeit faux, or fake, they are; subconscious 

From another place, like a catalyst pontious

In the, wide awake, they will cause no harm 

For it's where they can't exist, if life is calm

So they'll wait awhile, until it's time to share 

From the deepest recess, of their nightmare 

In thrall to night terrors, they'll eke neurosis

Replacing, rationality, with cerebral necrosis 

They're a trauma mire, and they fear; naught 

Unless they are finally met, by an oneironaut 

Ghosts are real, but they sleep with the dead

Until they are roused, and to a night hag wed

For their see is dark, daylight is not their way

As they haunt, their prey, into a chimera-fray

They scare, the unwary, and lasciviously troll 

Ghostmares of the dire, with darkness cajole 

Until they're confronted, by a lucidity spinner 

If an oneironaut resists, the illusion is dimmer 

The unreal becomes real, in a mind disturbed 

Manias mirages, from the sublime, to absurd 

But they are there, the Oneironauts & Ghosts 

The lucid etherealistic, of subliminal outposts 

Full Circle

 

Dream Weaver sailed a full circle, to another shore 

Across the ocean deep, in sleep, as it was before 

It was always dead ahead and stormy weather 

But with no way back it was time to untether 

The oneironaut's dreams, may never end

But from the depths they'll not ascend 

For there is no escape, no way back 

Just the embrace of the inky black 

Burning Autumn Leaves

 

They were sent to find her

Sent to just re-mind her

To douse the lies that blind her...

But she was burning autumn leafs

They were sent to realign her

Not sent to undermine her

Or attempt to redesign her...

Burning, Autumn leaves

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Shapeshifter

 

Surreptitious, metamorph, will unfold the dark

Hidden, as a shade, but it's unmistakably stark

A chameleonic manipulator and reality twister 

Preying on sanity, is the shadowy shapeshifter 

Elusive and unseen, if it's abroad, then it's near

Somewhere close by, waiting to feed on a fear

Harbouring depravity, the camouflaged stalker 

Is a malevolent, monstrosity, and a skin-walker 

Flesh and soul will crawl, when the hackles rise 

The sure sign, of its presence, for those unwise 

Enshrouded, it may feign to be a familiar figure 

Reanimated tho' and it will be insanity's trigger 

Vampire-Witch

 

Venomous harridan, cast her spell of deception 

Adored by Satan and blessed without reflection

Maybe her horror was clear, not a subtle sleight 

Perhaps, I should have known, with her first bite

I felt my blood drain, as she guzzled and gorged

Realising my mistake, for in Hell she was forged

Each drop of her sweat, was like acid in my soul

With the caress of her breaths, burning like coal

I howled in my head, but her sorcery was strong

Taking me to the place, of a triple headed prong

Cackling for she was sated, I was spent, O wirra!

Her conjuration, of desire, an unreflecting mirror