The Invitation in The Red Book of Spells

The Invitation in The Red Book of Spells

(A lone voice whispers)

Let me in

I whisper into the grey smoke 

Rising from my ceremonial Frankincense candle

And floating into the blanket of total darkness

Illuminated only by twinkling sparkling diamonds

Which seeps across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores

To warm you my spectacular love

For I am so feverish

Let my whispered light spells

Carried by this grey smoke in these gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen invisible tears

Falling from those beautiful but sad brown eyes 

And reach deep into your incredibly lonely heart.

So you can feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with unconditional ease

Hot to the touch like molten volcano fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

For when it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally ruined as their once lonely hearts 

Starts to sing

So will you take this gift like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Only found in dark limited places unvisited by Father Time

And let me melt those cold glaciers 

That surround you with soul-warming fires that come in all flavours 

Which will mesmerise and leave you

Burning and spinning  endlessly within my dark eyes

Do you want to feel the heat from my firm hands on your soft skin

The breath of my mouth

Letting you taste each of these words as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors to a new corridor and gently pleads to confess

To then walk through a gateway to a unique realm 

Where you'll no more to have to wait

Before your beautiful soul is too tainted by just living

And has to stand in line behind her black gates

Held prisoner with so many others 

Who makes a mockery of her

Naamah's grip on their emotional fates

Dare you climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before you are totally destroyed 

To arrive at a wondrous place

Where you'll no more have to lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark ancient shadows 

And yelled from leather-bound grimoires from the Lesser Key of Solomon

As you bathe in deep silence under a darkened purple-hued sky

Let that flame 

Filled with those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten 

Which once flickered so low but never really died

In old days and lonely nights

Come back to life 

As I force back Damballa's darkness with my shining Astral knife

Are you kneeling naked and vulnerable in your red room

Awaiting my soft touch

Can I baptise you like Saint John The Baptist

To walk knee-deep into a new sea of Galilee

Is that low spark of longing

On fire in your velvety centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this poetic lascivious potion tonight

I always carry

Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and then feel its intense burn

As it melts as all those old once hidden feelings 

So they can slowly return

Will you then sleep unfrozen as they tiptoe and creep in

It's then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers 

To take you under and whisper new red love spells

Plead for me to listen as you then slowly confess 

And as your soul no longer weeps 

Will you just say yes

And acquiesce

My new extraordinary muse

For I'll be that willing shoulder to lean on and that patient ear to listen

As all your previous fears have the means to be expressed

While your now courageous eyes shine in a new half-light 

And begin to glisten

And it's only then you'll truly know 

What its like to miss me

Copyright John Duffy

I rather like creating supernatural pieces, littered with light and dark references.

I just have a strange ethereal kaleidoscope, I use to describe emotional driven poetic short story's. 

Are the story's just whispering voices in the darkness from the Great In-Between?

Are they reflective in nature? 

I suppose it's just a reflection of how humanity is shaped. 

There must be both in our lives. 

To know and treasure the light of happiness when it comes, we need to have drunk a sip from darkness hot liquor.

To then stand tall in front of all. 

Without a flicker and accept Loves Invitation 

Whenever it's presented! 

Salute.