a magical creature, not quite man,
leads me behind a waterfall.
holding my hand securely

a world of the obscure is revealed to me,
as a butterfly lands softly on my forehead
fluttering away when I move

hazy days roll in the meadows beyond the easter horizon
a nonstop stream of harmonious angel song.
as we lay together in paradise.

but not out loud, and in my head,
it dies away slowly,
until only silence remains

as I find myself alone and lost
in a forest of tangled branches and rotten fruit.
you left me and took paradise with you.

where did you go, my lovely?
were you only an incubus
taking my honour before leaving me in hell?