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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