In A Stevie Nicks State of Mind

Trust me, trust no one, 

Darkness is the game. 

Lights off, will they come on? 

Or will they stay the same? 

You follow her down, 

She runs, you fall, 

Pleasure is her only call.

Echo’ed walls, cry aloud-

She fails to hear them, anyhow; 

Why can’t she, see through the clouds- 

She sails around them, even now.

Visions of collisions, come crashing through- 

Like a souring secret, straight to you.

Serpent, Searching, for Slithers of light- 

Split between what’s true and right. 

She edited the evidence of perilous plights, 

Despite insight, she willed what she might. 

Still you followed into her crippling realm, 

Hence her kingdom remains, bow down, all hail. 

Author's Note

Please leave any thoughts or comments, whether good or bad. Ignore any grammar problems. As a background: this is my second poem ever written and I am 21 years old. Thanks!