(A lone voice whispers)
To the new muses reading these lines....
Can you feel me
Somewhere
In there
For within your mind
I now walk
Can you can hear my sweet voice
Echoing everywhere
As I now talk
Can you feel me
Slowly creeping
Through those cautious
Unexplored sleeping
Corridors of your deep mind
As I pause
Invisible
By your side
And shamelessly
Whisper
This spellbinding rhyme
For
You are now mine
So says
These seals of King Solomon
You may try to pass it
Away as a sensuous
Strange wet dream
A leftover from
A recent trip to The Great In-Between
You may convince yourself
It's only your fertile
Imagination
But believe me
It's real
Like all-night ravens
And you will see and
Embrace it in
Time
For
You are mine now
So says
These magical sigils
Of King Solomon
And from the
Black Grimoires
Stolen like
A common market thief
From the Devil's Keep
I invocate this spell
To appear in your dreams
As you sleep
So now
You'll dream of me
Forever
Until we meet
For I've cast your name
Into my black cauldron
To make my portion of Gestalten
And there's no one else
To blame
As time runs
So
Don't question yourself
When you
Unconsciously
Start counting down
The dogeared days
And seemingly endless nights
Tossing and turning
Restless and filled
With angst
In so many unnatural ways
For
You are now mine
So says
This magical gift
I own
Like King Solomon
So be it
Now repeat it
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
The chant poem is about as old as poetry itself.
In fact, it could be the first form poetry took.
Chant poems simply incorporate repetitive lines that form a sort of sensuous hypnotic rhythm
But be warned
For there is a certain form of supernatural magic
That manifests within their repetition
Let me know if you dream about me
Salute.
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