Imagination

A beautiful creature, full of promise

Yet twisted, it takes you to its lair

Guiding you, leading you, by the hand

Dragging you, pulling you by the hair.

Kicking and screaming, you follow it in

As your soul becomes its willing feast

Escape is an option you know you should try

As you recline there, chatting with the beast.

Meandering through dreams, on its open wings

Eternity seems but a passage in time

Frozen, forgetful and lost in its shade

Should you remain, you’ll drown in sublime.

Extending your hand with a tentative will

You grasp at the edges a little too late

Swirling and tumbling, you fall at its feet

Smiling, eyes sparkling, you succumb to your fate.

Reviews

[Distant horizons]

Don't we all? Succumb to our fate I mean.Wonderfully dark and mysterious, leaving imagination to run wild.