Open, starlit embellished blue marble
This sinister plane, this ever-expanding world
The demiurge, this consciousness, perplexes me
and alters my countenance for one more nocturnal state
Withered words fall from dreams that stalk my destiny
Always lucidly walking alone in these parallel dream lands
Find myself between some eldritch brush and hanging ivy
Peering at the gaze of some unnamed, scaly horror
A ghoulish disposition, but neither of us look away
Under floating gardens where addled faces of the moon decide when I depart
The blue marble remains the key to this haunted greenery:
“Be made new in the astral planes!”
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The Mad Sorceress
I am a writer, poet, lyricist, and a draglesque artist who is inspired by Sword and Sorcery themes, The Golden Age of Arcade Video Games, The Occult, and The Hero’s Quest.
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