Devil Musings – a poem

Inside, the demons dream of worlds past

Brought forth to darken the dawn of new days

When long in necrophilic slumber slept, expired,

Yet not left there for keeping amongst its kind.

Those dreams make the world, names and belief

Drawing the probable, possible to the fore, real

Ideas manifested in the host tissues, spark and

Burn, twist in nerves and gremlin dry screams.


On do the demons of dreaming slumber, simple

Empire held in hollow dominion yet substantial

Against the changing of minds, fall of empires;

In our own dreams there lies the chance

To leave.



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