(A lone voice whispers)
As I dreamed and entered the lower levels of the Astral Realms
I passed enormous cobweb halls filled with huge silver scrying mirrors
All placed in front of old ancient soothsayer's
Strange mystics watching the world turn
And trying to influence those in control
To make it burn
The shadows in this dark cave had bright headlights everywhere I looked
Red eyes that illuminated that depressing room
As it gently hummed and shooked
Red lights from countless unknown things that guarded the once human soothsayer's
Now chained to those black chairs to try to influence the world
As they whispered low-frequency bleak thoughts back
Through their own silver semi-conscious scrying mirrors
Suddenly as all the gnarly soothsayer's looked up with huge black orbs where their eyes used to be
A light voice whispered
It was time to leave
To go back to the land of the living and to write what you've seen
So others might know that those angry voices or dark hypnotic thoughts
They think are all their own
Voices that plague the many suffering mental trauma
Are just the old soothsayer's from the Great In-Between
Weaving and whispering dark spells from unseen Grimoires
Humanity could never conceive
From New Year's Eve to Christmas Eve
Until a targeted living individual punches their ticket to leave
Only to arrive in this heavily guarded cave
To then take a seat
Beside another soothsayer and start whispering
Somniferous messages
To make a soul greave
Tell them to pray whatever their faith
For to believe in just something good
Will help to deflect the dark thoughts
Sent insidiously from the Other Side
Whose only intentions are to cause pain and endless suffering
As they start to unravel hope and magically start to deceive
Copyright John Duffy