Afterthoughts

In the depths of dungeons lurking

Is my shadow king usurping

Slurping sanguine sassafras

And burning angel demon grass

By stalking silently seductive

Slithering in self-destructive

Tendencies to reconvene

The soaring solace sky serene

And maiden Nature, Mother Earth

To father only peace's birth

To sow my secret garden seed

Across the universes freed

And feed the stars with sacred shines

A shrine to broken valentines

Still beating like a wildebeest

And musing as the lions feast

On pages ripped to shreds in search

Of heights for suicide to perch

Then spread its Daedalus invention

In an Icarus dimension

Where the sun creates the truth

And I spit serpents sharing fruit

Of labors more divine than God

To mortals more machine than flawed

All interlocked existence gears

In chainsaws of their deepest fears

A wasteland of the world to come

Should their young leaders not try some

Of the peoples' right to hear it

Symphonies of human spirit

Painting green in all its blue

With surging crimson passion hue

And seeing through the veil of void

To paradise not yet destroyed

By those who read these words and think

This ink is not the strongest link