Fantasy

The world divide of good and evil and how close we walk to the edge . It is an elusion to consider you are one without the other so enjoy the dark and the light but never stay too long in the dark

Black Magic Louisa Jen

In the black of night in that half world we are given our souls begin to drift, to surrender in the dark

We stir beyond the living realm and find our self somewhere in a dream

In a place of fantasy and aspiration a place of  mystery and illusion

delusion is the new reality and fear becomes a friend.

We glide across a sea of trouble and of nightmares into that remembered chaos called  life.

That brain with twisted memories of love the machine that never sleeps allows us  to escape into that other place.

To hang on the edge of space to dares the morality of convention.

To find that magic place where shadows can delight.

Hearts are fired in the chase.

Love and lust are mingled

Never to be abated

Desire and angst

 Passwords to the castle keep.

A trusted friend the reaper, leads the way and seals your fate.

A journey to the interior, has begun

Echo’s from my bleeding heart.

Screams from castles in the sky filled  with  corrupted  desire

Emotions flow like ghosts of the past to rattle the chains that bind.

 Flight  the only option.

Panic and misfortune combine.

Voices, sighs and silence  creep across the garden.

Tears in the dark, blood on the grass.

Lost and torn without enchantment.

Memory faded into corrupted seepage of  imagination.

Consequence delivered with a deadly fright

 Unencumbered the nightmare enlivens every sensation.

Fear and resolution wake me in the dark.

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 my armour lay all about.

 The beating of my bloodied heart ,echoes in my ears.

 My mind and soul connected rouses  me from my slumber.

In dreams and nightmares, we purge the mind.

The soul renews to fight another day

The light begins the waking dream.

Time elusive and just a bit of fun.

love begins

louisa

           IN THIS FINAL SCENE LOVE OVERTAKES AND THEY RUN TO THE RESCUE BUT TOO LATE.  

RUN TO THE RESCUE WITH LOVE NO MATTER THE OUT COME ITS WHAT MAKES US HUMAN AND WE BUILD BRIDGES TO CROSS.

Author: flutterbyslouisa.com

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