As I sit and eat the marshmallow in-front of an open fire,
while the macadamia nuts are roasting on the golden glow.
My very masculine dog starts to misbehave in a modest mockery,
of a murderous yet very masculine hound is he,
as we apply the muzzle in a bid to stop his gestures of madness.
As he continues the mock all of us, who fail to see that he is having fun, oh dear Benny my beautiful black and liver coloured dog who does not fail to see,
what my family fail to see my melancholy moods, how I love Benny when he notices my mood and nudges me, to ensure I am not lonely.
The desolate isolated darkened road
With rugged terrain and thorny bushes
A path travelled alone between light and darkened space
With the howling of wolves chasing behind
The terrifying screams which can be heard
The gnashing of their jaws at my ankles
The terrifying howls of the beasts
The hellish howls of their barks
As they chase after me
Down the desolated isolated darkened path
The black wolves of depression chase after me
They run fast in the woods without a second thought
As I avoid the traps laid bare for me
As dark intrusive thoughts remain in my mind
The dark thoughts hold me back weighing me down
In the desolated isolated path I can feel the warm breath
Of the demon wolves hot on my heels
The growling and gnashing of the wild terrifying jaws
In the dead of night when everything is silent ,
the people sleep tucked into their beds.
nothing is stirring not even a mouse,
as the midnight monstrosities from realms apart,
walk the shaded sphere and crept among the living,
hidden in the shadows of man’s subconscious.
The monsters and creatures searching for a man,
a stranger among the mortal world,
but more powerful than he believes,
a black-eyed beast during the twilight hours.
While the mortals slumber their dreams,
designed to entertain and terrify,
while the beasts walk the land in search of this being.
A god to someone but not to them,
master and hero throughout time,
the hellions roam in hunting the treasure,
and an essence to call their own.
A man they know of demon birth,
the honour and death they’ll take.
While in the dead of night when everything’s quiet,
the humans sleep unaware of the plight of this mere human,
as the demons run throughout the vicinity.
No where he can call on as a sanctuary,
nowhere can he call home.
As the man runs through the lands
wondering trying to escape his destiny,
the nightmare creatures approaching fast
as he tries to evade capture,
but nowhere to hide, he runs out fast and laughs,
as he stands his final battle facing the enemy.
The one enemy he can not outrun,
the one thing there’s no escape,
from the lands around a desolate wasteland,
deep within his psyche.
There’s no where you can hide from your own consciousness
no where to run, from the demons of your own design
the creation and concepts you create yourself.
Their screams could be heard throughout the galaxy that day
as the cries of the innocents filled the universal consciousness as they died
they gave way while the planets rulers watched on without trying
to save the innocents believing it should be the way
one unit stood out against the crowd within the fight on the darkest day
They stood for the universe to see defying the horrors before their eyes
did they know it was showing the way,.
They believe me a monster a creature who should not exist
obscured by prejudices, conversant by knowledgeable actions
repressed in the ethereal chasms of multi-spatial forms
a hypothesis concealed from mortal minds perceptions.
As divisions of realism present blurred from perspectives
the metamorphosis to a changeling formation
as twilight spills around the domains I stay by isolated pathways in the territory
of continual dusk as I shift from this reality.
Into the earth I arrive from the purpose of my being of my mortal nature an attester to mortal woes the surrogate functions as a testifier to human adversaries I make cognizant of the changeling in me the blackness overwhelms the celestial being.
The moon shining bright high in the starry heavenly skies
above the horizon of the maddening world within the chasms
as the twilight of the celestial being around becomes one
with all of us.
A young witch sits writing in the book of shadows
her emotional pleas to the magical beings
around as her dark hair falls across her face
on the coolest night of the winter season within the blessed isles.
The bonfire burning bright on this beltane festive night,
a witches celebration as they stand around the cauldron tonight, the sweeping motion of the broom casting magic around the land, as they stand with their wand out of sight.
As the height of fear, had gripped the land when
Matthew Hopkins and John Sterne, ride through
villages and town hunting the witches in Gods name,
persecuting the poor or those who stand against the name
of God.
A fear and paranoia spread far and wide the innocent lives,
tortured and murdered throughout the streets in the name
Of the divinity and the kings as heretics lay strewn throughout the land.
A man sits at the scrying mirror like many had before,
attempting to contact the demons once known to John Dee,
and other masters like him and Edward Talbot as they use
the magical powers of herbs, sigil and chalice to help in their acts
of conjuring and invoking the angelic beings as the black cat watches intently to what they do, the witches familiar never far away.
The sun goes down and the moons rises eternally, quintessentially opposed to each other in every way, A sense no matter how the world turns and moves on its axis.
The day turns to night with the natural events, as the sun and moons effects the worlds motions, a natural event since the day of creation within, the celestial heavens as the world revolves, as the light and darkness seeps into the fabric of the world.
Turning the positives into negatives with destructive ability, just like the negativity in our lives serves to destroy, the peace, and harmony, that remains in our minds, and slowly engulfed, by the darkness we witness, but remain steadfast and true to your personality.
Don’t give up to the darkness in the world that you see, fight that negativity and stand for positiveness in our world, we cherish and share for peace of mind and honour we bare, if we stand against the negativity the darkness that we all share, the black hounds of hellish designs can not break through the mask, of positiveness that we all wear when we look at all the possibilities, with in the world we live the honour and glories of life.
Don’t give into the darkness you see, stand firm in the world we live, stand for who you are and what’s your desire to be everyday of your life, be proud of who you are and the life you live to achieve your goals, and honour yourself no matter how the darkness seeks to destroy, the world you have created for yourself the place you need to be.
Although the negatives may outweigh the positives, as the darkness seeks to destroy the peace and harmony, we all come to expect within the fragile world of our creativity, A careful balance is what is needed between reality and our minds, to take the steps to improve our personal life and remove the negatives, remember do not give up and stand for who you are.
D M Copsewood 