(A lone voice whispers)
As an escapee
From the where one doesn't want to be
This message I've left here
From me
To warn of She
For
In long shadows of the mind
It comes
Creeping slowly in
Like the moor fog
In a long sinful cloak of army grey
Lost Love
Smiling like a pretty Medusa
Knocking on your door softly
With wild black eyes
Black hair and cherry red lips
Looking for souls who into the long night pine
Like lone timber wolves
Focusing on their auras frequency's
To tune in
To take them back to its green lair
In the raging Lemurian Sea
To the Black Rock Tower where Prometheus lays helpless
Upon its jagged diamond encrusted cliffs
Bound by Old Gods
By the power of the Aufbau Der
The world builders of the High Mountains
To baptise them under the Emerald Fountain
To then be robed in blue with fairy folk watching wearing silvery jewellery
Cast by the Forge Masters of Sigma Twenty1
To then to join the huge Coronation Line
To be new flowers in the Black Rock Fields
The search for love over as they are pulled over
Never to dream but to sway like Douglas Fir's
As the hypnotic incense infusion
Of frankincense and myrrh
Clouds their hopes and dreams with delusion
So beware of
The Banshee of The Night
The Wife of He
You cannot see
The Lord of Black Rock Tower where Prometheus lays helpless upon
Jagged diamond encrusted cliffs
Keep looking for the light of your life
But pine no more
Or the image of the great seducer
Medusa
Could appear in spiritual form
Knocking on your astral doors
To then
No more to talk
No more to walk
No more to see
But to spend all your days swaying in a hypnotic trance
In the nearest asylum
As time
Advances
Somewhere hidden
In the raging Lemurian sea
Of The Great In-Between
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
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