Unspoken the torment,
Wretched are thy words
Inside my head the Devil dances,
Spreading out his curse.
No light, nor ease comes forth,
All is ill-shaped,
Forming an alliance of
Demons that have escaped.
Fantasy-land of monstrous beings,
Dark and dreaded, this poem
Escaping my mind,
Carving out my totem.
Hear me, distant traveler,
Conqueror of vast lands
The world of delusions,
Have at thee,
But watch your step,
Do not flee.
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I love this. Thank you. It brings visions of days long forgotten