Escapism

Foundation. If you could escape this world, would you take that risk? Escapism As if cursed by the son of perdition As I go about my new life's mission to gain admission to her realm With Aphrodite's dead ringer who whispers songs of exquisite rendition Praying a lone arrow from Eros bow will strike, drawing gasps from the angels watching High in the midnight sky As I breathe in her sweet aroma and passion filled scent, like pure oxygen And feel regal like a king Like King Solomon As her aura captures my soul like a moth is attracted to a flame So now all dark nights appear so long and so black As the shadow people slowly advance Whispering my name For they know I have been changed by someone so radical. As I entered the Fifth Dimension one strange night Looking to finding a love so sacred and magical But that's the magic of searching for the fantastical For as sure as winds seduce trees by subtle caresses As the world wakes each year in a new spring and fresh life begins I write this before I go to the Hidden Forest Where the White Ash stands Where green ivy hides the entrance to her lair, and other slaves play music, while chained to metal stands With the smell of incense on patrol in the electricity filled air Ready to invade lungs and take control It's ten to two in the morning and I have to appear at four So if I don't come back, I leave this for you to know I'm fine Keep the house Car and money For I'm going to a new place where fear no longer exists A place I hope welcomes me in Just pray for me that I don't lose my soul and become just another flesh slave Chained up playing music in her band A prisoner trapped forever in her cave As she sits or stands On her golden throne singing with her crimson red lips You're now mine Now get in line Your time will come play For now, you're caught And can no longer run away For you're now just another one of my familiars One in a trillion No longer a civilian All this I know for a German called Schiller Told me over the internet Told me to come over 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 son Jimmie 0 (C) Copyright John Duffy