Do you like mysticism, anxiety, atmospheric rich imagery, layered within mythological meanings?

A bending of surrealism, personal confession, and fantastical imagery of obsession?

Then this could be for you.

Salute.

Title.
The letter on the fireplace

(A lone voice whispers)

As if cursed by the son of perdition

As I go about my final solo mission to gain admission

With Aphrodite's dead ringer, who whispers songs of exquisite rendition

A window opened and a lone green arrow from Eros bow struck, that drew gasps from the angels watching

In the midnight sky

I breathed in a sweet aroma and passion filled scent like pure oxygen

And felt like a king
Like King Solomon

I felt an aura and my soul was captured like a moth is attracted to a flame

So now all dark nights appear so long and so black

As the shadow people murmur and whisper my name

For they all know

Way back to Quekith, I have been changed by someone so radical

As I entered the fifth dimension by finding a love so sacred and magical

But that's the magic of the fantastical

For as the winds ****** trees by subtle caresses

As the world wakes in a new spring and new life begins

I write this before I go to The Hidden Forest

Where the White Ash trees stand in neat rows like prizes at a country fair

Where green ivy hides the entrance to her lair as it grows, and other slaves play music on demand, while chained to metal stands

With the smell of Frankincense incense on patrol in the electricity filled air

Ready to invade lungs and take control

It's ten to two as I write this in the morning, and I have to appear there at four

So if I don't come back I leave this for you to know I'm fine

Keep the house
The car, money and all my collection of vintage red wine

For I go to a new place where fear no longer exists and have to be on time

A place, I hope, welcomes me in

Just pray for me that I don't lose my soul and become another flesh slave, chained to a metal stand

Playing music on demand

Another prisoner trapped forever in her cave

As she sits on her golden throne singing with her crimson red lips

You're now mine
Now get in line

Your time will come to play

For now, you're caught
And can no longer run away

For you're just another familiar

One in a trillion,
No longer a civilian

All this I know for a German call Schiller

Told me over the internet
Told me to come

Told me I'd be a member of a wolf pack serving a queen in The Great In-Between

So here I am

Pray for me
Ma ***

Forever yours,
Your loving son.
Jimmie.

(C)
Copyright John Duffy