L’Incubo Vivo

Athena’s endless trials suck me dry of

Inspiration.

Janus’ flight slaughters my every

Aspiration.

Cupid’s arrows I feverishly dodge,

As Psyche takes me under her jurisdiction.

Behind me, darling little girl in pigtails

Shakes her head at my every move,

Before me, sadistically stunning woman

Gazes, weaving her beckoning web.

Around me, chosen gospels

Of Epic proportions

Taken and Accepted.

Gifts never offered

Offerings never rejected.

The little headless soul

Thrives in my custody,

The voices speak loud and clear

Commands never taken

Or trusted.

Graveyards of those who hold my hands

Moonlit consolation from an owl that never was

From a dove deprived of flight

From a man who never lived;

Yet I drown in his divine embrace.

My eyes open

I no longer gaze, or stare,

My silent perception that was never truly mine

Penetrates the peeling walls of white plaster

Beckoning to those I know not of

But are the souls who with me

Know all

And create our home.

Sidhe