The Nightmare

The Nightmare
When silence within ye,
Release in the mortals glee
Plutonian Gales embracing

The aperture awaits
When stringing and elates
Ye Dreamers beware
For there is a place

Astringent and fair
For mortals that dare
In Darkness who lurks
With shadows of Kings
And death who sings
Of powers beyond this our veil

For, ye Dreamers beware
For there is a place
Betwixt moonlit red glare
And smiles, smiles, smiles
Our beasts teeth a flare

And sacred groves
When time is static still
Ajar, of trees
Where ghosts lay ill.

Mary in strangeness
Gold cities
Lay queer
And conscience will efface.

And eyeballs in light
Blood red soft knell
The dynamic silence
Eldritch as hell

For Fae,
Ye Dreamers beware
For there is a place
Called
The Nightmare

Written by Carlos Sevilla
Edited by Sofia Arthurs-Schoppe

Image by Leonora Carrrington

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