The Invitation

 

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 stories. 

Are the stories 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 I see humanity shaped. 

We each have our own individual styles. 

Mine are all poetic monologues in essence.

For 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. 

Title:

The Invitation. 

Let me in

I whisper in the darkness.

Across deep blue oceans and rocky yellow sandy shores

To warm you my new love

For I am so hot

Let my whispered dark spells

Carried by grey smoke in the gushing four winds

Reach those once frozen tears

Falling from those beautiful eyes and reach deep into your lonely heart.

Feel its red flame

Crimson

As it engulfs you with total ease

Hot to the touch like fire

So addictive and seductively consuming

But beware

When it touches humans

Some are forever emotionally 

Ruined

Like a rare expensive bottle of red wine

Bestowed from the dark places unvisited 

Let me melt those cold glaciers that surround you with soul-warming fires

Burning and spinning within my endless dark eyes

Feel the heat from my hands on your chest

The breath of my mouth

Tasting each word as your soul opens up 

Its dark doors and pleads to confess

No more to wait

But to climb my red ladder out of the darkness of Naamah's 

Endless grey void

Before your beautiful soul is tainted and stands inline 

With so many others who make a mockery of emotions

Before they are destroyed 

No more to lie frozen under heartbroken spells

Conjured by dark shadows 

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 that once flickered so low but never really died

Those discarded old dreams which once laid forgotten 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 new seas of Galilee

Is that low spark of Longing

On fire in your centre

Your precious divine spiritual altar

Aflame and burning so bright

Are you ready to get drunk on this lascivious potion 

I always carry

Stolen from the encampments on the perilous mountains of Asmodeus

Called Mother Temptation 

Will you drink and feel the burn

To melt as all those old once hidden feelings 

Slowly return

Will you then sleep unfrozen as they creep in

Is it then you will ask me

In hushed soft whispers to take you under and whisper new red love spells

To listen as you then slowly confess 

As your soul no longer weeps 

Just say yes

And acquiesce

My new muse

I'll be that willing shoulder and ear to listen

As all your previous fears have a means to be expressed

As your eyes shine in a new half-light and begin to glisten

Copyright John Duffy

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