Prose and Poesy

Lost

I walk through the maze my mind has become

falling deeper into the Labyrinth

Distant memories fill the darkness

Echoes of sadness thunder from unheard cries

The ghosts that once haunted me

have now become my guide

Unseen terrors veiled in a weak attempt

to protect my sanity

begin to play before me

I watch in horror

as each thought awakens another Demon

Distorted images manifest before me

reminiscent of a funhouse mirror

unable to recognize the person I fear I have become

As frightened as a lost child, I call out

only to have my pleas fall on deaf ears

Lost within myself

a casualty of self-destruction

~Begin~

Let me lead you into the Darkness

you know your inner Demons are crying to be released

I am beckoning to them, I am beckoning to you

I am the name you scream into the Darkness

I am the voice haunting your mind

Just open your eyes...

There is no use in trying to hide

you know you want me

So why not just reach out and touch me

Are you feeling a bit warm now?

Are you feeling a bit uncomfortable?

Let me in...

And let your darkest desires and sins

Begin

The Masque

She awoke to total silence. She hadn't meant to fall asleep when she had laid down. She now realised she was more weary than she had first assumed. The day had faded into night and the lively sounds of the Manor had ceased some hours before. She sat up slowly and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. She reached for the wick candle on the bedside table and lit it, casting eerie shadow  figures on the walls. Cautiously she perused the room, staring intently into the shadows, watching for even the tiniest of movement. Taking a deep calming breath, she tossed back the bed linens from her legs and slid them over the side, her toes touching thecold hardwood floor as they searched for her slippers. With a slight jump , she slid from the bed and quickly crossed the room to the door. As the stood encircled by the light of the candle,she pressed her ear to the door and listened for any sound. When at last reassured that the other occupants of the third floor were not stirring she crept across the room to a darkened corner and removed a heavy painting from the wall. Turning with it , she slid it to the floor and propped it against the wall. Turning back to face the wall, she reached up and hesitently caressed the lock on the ancient safe. Reaching into the bodice of her nightgown , she withdrew the key hanging from the silver necklace aroung her neck. Slowly she inserted it into the lock of the safe, wincing as the door opened with a small groan. She stood perfectly still for a moment, her heart racing as she listened for any sound of movement. Hearing nothing, she exhaled the breath she held and softly laughed to herself for being so paranoid. Raising up on her tiptoes she peered into the dark hole filled with the treasured objects she had collected throughout the years. carefully she moved the things around, stopping only to run her fingertips over the soft velveteen fabric of a tunic. Painful memories flooded her mind ,taking her breath away and she had to shake her head fiercely to bring herself back to the important task at hand. Roughly she thrust the tunic aside and with grim determination she closed her fingers around an object at the back which was covered in a heavy canvas. Pulling it toward her. shepicked it up and cradled it against her chest as she stepped back and crossed the room toward her bed. Even through the thick canvas she could feel the vibration of the object  she held. The visions came to her again, blinding her for a moment. She felt the burning greed and desire of the evil one, heard his raspy whispers again. The room chilled several degrees and she trembled for she knew her task was inevitable. She lay the package on the bed slowly and carefully pulled the canvas away. At first,she kept her eyes averted, afraid of the power , but slowly she turned toward it, feeling the cold wickedness overtake her. Unable to resist  its call to her she lifted it. As the cold porcelain of the mask tounched her face her mind was cast into a whirlwind of chaotic feelings and images. Slowly cold thoughts of  unmerciful retribution for aggreived sins ate at the very core of her being. Searing flames of furious need to exact vengeance coursed through her veins. Faces of those who in past times had hurt or wronged her flooded her vision. Then suddenly, only one face stood out from them all. The casual stance, the lurid grin, the cold blue eyes, she shuddered at first, then white hot fury burned bright. The Masque of the evil one knew what to do, and in her slowly twisting mind, she heard his maniacal laughter

There

There...

Lying beneath....

Hiding from the probing eyes of a world of sadistical cynicism.

A heart....

Cautiously beating....

Afraid to beat too loudly lest some malevolent energy hear, and seek out.

Longing....

Biding time.....

Aching for the tremulous caress of another so attuned to it's needs and wants.

Lost...

Wasted time......

Heartwrenching knowledge of oneness unredeemed,because of fear to grasp the unknown

Ghosts

Sitting here, pondering space and time,

trying to open myself to the obscure,

listening,every sound amplified as if sitting in a drum,

 shadows slicing across the walls,

just seen from the corner of the eye, 

essence so soft and sweet wafting from nowhere,

heated breath of air slipping across naked skin,

 shivering at the delicate touch of near imperceptible fingertips,

a whispered sigh tickling the soft curve of the ear,

the faint impression of soft lips caressing the curve of a jawline,

 barely audible breathless word,,,,

"Always"