Dark Poetry From A Twisted Mind
Candlelight Fantasy
This vast space with
A million candles
Glowing in
The lovely darkness…
The dim light
Flickers
O'er intricate
Tapestries
& medieval paintings
On the walls.
I sit
On an antique chair ~
Of crimson leather
So divine
& listen to splendid music
From centuries
Ago.
An almost human
Violin;
Piano notes
Of every octave.
I close my eyes
In perfect relaxation
& take in the smell
Of ancient candles,
The intoxicating scent,
The fabulous flames
That paint
A gorgeous picture.
The luxurious staircases
Opposite
One another,
The old money
That bought it all.
The hidden chests
Of diamonds
& coloured gems.
The satin masks
For ballroom dances.
Ballet slippers
Made of silk
With buckles
Of rubies
& emeralds.
This empty home
Of infinite riches,
These dreams
From every
Other mind.
It's what I've had
All my life
& what I'm accustomed to.
I could not live
Without these treasures.
If impoverished,
I'd surely die.
It's an addiction
I was born with
& withdrawls
Are tremors
Too fierce
To deny.
No one
Simple
Understands
This need,
This passionate
Diversion.
I would not,
Could not
E'er survive
Without these
So-called
Luxuries.
So do not
Take them
From my hands,
These delicate
Bejeweled
Fingers.
I can be happy
Only here,
My exquisite escape.
Copyright 2018
By Insomnia
A million candles
Glowing in
The lovely darkness…
The dim light
Flickers
O'er intricate
Tapestries
& medieval paintings
On the walls.
I sit
On an antique chair ~
Of crimson leather
So divine
& listen to splendid music
From centuries
Ago.
An almost human
Violin;
Piano notes
Of every octave.
I close my eyes
In perfect relaxation
& take in the smell
Of ancient candles,
The intoxicating scent,
The fabulous flames
That paint
A gorgeous picture.
The luxurious staircases
Opposite
One another,
The old money
That bought it all.
The hidden chests
Of diamonds
& coloured gems.
The satin masks
For ballroom dances.
Ballet slippers
Made of silk
With buckles
Of rubies
& emeralds.
This empty home
Of infinite riches,
These dreams
From every
Other mind.
It's what I've had
All my life
& what I'm accustomed to.
I could not live
Without these treasures.
If impoverished,
I'd surely die.
It's an addiction
I was born with
& withdrawls
Are tremors
Too fierce
To deny.
No one
Simple
Understands
This need,
This passionate
Diversion.
I would not,
Could not
E'er survive
Without these
So-called
Luxuries.
So do not
Take them
From my hands,
These delicate
Bejeweled
Fingers.
I can be happy
Only here,
My exquisite escape.
Copyright 2018
By Insomnia
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Candlelight Fantasy
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