Tapestry of Fright
The die is cast the string flies and the
spells are woven in a neverending circle
Beautiful colours
A tapestry
Light and darkness
Around and about the wicked one
Imaginations placed inside
Tightened into a knot
Flickering candles
Wind tearing
Shrieking voices grow in volume
A form takes shape and prospers
a monster of some magnitude
protruding jagged teeth bared
Scales shining shimmering in the night
Memories settle and drip horrors
Laughter like a raging storm flies from it's mouth
The slave can run and run oh fly away
But never leave
Never go
No escape
No plan
Only succumb to the terrors the pain
Of doing of saying of being
Captive to a mind so disturbed
A brain so bent and distorted
The only escape can be
Death