Travelling the desert high road,
cracked ground hot beneath my feet
Sol beating down on me,
heat radiating in brilliant halo...
Sun God...
creating mirages in the distance,
showing me what could have been...
what never was...
in vivid desert tones.
Crashing falls..
my oasis..
purple boats
sailing on clouds
through lush greenery
and misting waters,
cooling my skin,
turned leather,
wetting the parchment
of my mind.
Demon's fingers grasp
through my hair
entanglement...
entangling dreams..
Fairy glitter
and pixie dust,
queens and jewels,
fantastic stories
my youth never heard
remembrances...
memories...
of false
visions and prophesies.
Floating in a dream
searching continually
for the shade of an ice
kingdom
to chill the burning thoughts
to finally find some solace
to stave off the demon's
eternal demands.
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