In the chasm
where the succubus serpents slither,
enchantment’s incubator is watched over
by a nymph of Elysium light,
inspiration’sethereal keeper,
snaring slumbering souls,
before they fall prey
to the silver cherub cannibals,
they are Nirvana’s dark immortals,
who roam with wands,
inducing the nightmare inhabitations,
luring minds to the ashen astral caverns
between sanity and dementia.
Embryonic spirits
suspended in an indigo vacuum,
await the genesis of illumination
that karmic kiss from her eternal sprite lips
who awakens the winged eyes
unto the deeper levels of reality,
the inexorable rebirth of the brain’s new sight.
Where she ignites a claret flame
within the sleeping essence,
bequeathing clarity to the emerging stargazing visionary,
while she rests upon her mystical celestial perch
made from the singing charcoal stones
in Elysian’s everlasting garden of wisdom,
hidden in the swirling cerulean streams,
radiant with pure illumination.
Watching with such intense spellbound orbs
asher magic creates another life
ready to embrace
a jubilee in the inner discovery
leading to the shimmering sapphire anointing
of the dormant seer,
which dwells in a state of psychic atrophy
until her touch rejuvenates its presence.
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