Fantasy

Such fantasy, my love—a tear seduction. And know such

Death—a desert venture. My glamour love,—such

Trepidation. I yearn to depart fiction, a hopeful miracle.

But such aesthetic—to craft a Bible. And much the

Heartache—a mess of visions. What the madness—her

Crying soul? I pause—a blessing—to relocate—essence.

Something’s dying, a spirit-heart; and something’s free, a

Caged bird. Fly—my dungeon’s key—alert a miracle.

For such fantasy, my love—a tear seduction. And know

Such death—a vicar’s sin. My casket love,—the fairest

Contemplation. I yearn—such innocence, a sophic soul. But

Lighted death—the life of want; and fated love, an infant

Born. What the madness—her dying soul? I pause—a

Passion—to render love—and such fantasy.