Dragons Monsters Daemons Ghosts

Dragons, Monsters, Daemons, Ghosts. OH ! to be the slayer of your world, of Dragons, to be allowed, to be able to extinguish the fires, the fires that light the way for the Monsters, the Daemons, the Ghosts that haunt, who’s claws hold back all that could be. Could this ethereal world I envision, be an illusion?, A figment of my imagination?, a perception blinded by, unfulfillment of a dream, a desire, a need for more? Do these apparitions?, these mythical images?, legendary phantoms of the mind come on wings of doubt? Walking on clouds seems to be what I do. Rays of Sunshine dissipate, melt away my path. I am left floating on the winds of uncertainty. Carried away on the wings of fear?, indifference? B. J. “A” 2 November 13th 2006