A warning to all bards and poets
And artists of all kinds
The muse that gives you vision
May be a demon in disguise
An idle thought its open door
No invite does it need
To manifest inside your soul
And spread its evil seed
This demon does have many eyes
It watches and it waits
It may seem quite harmless
Until you become its prey
It works itself into your mind
Then you begin the change
And plunge into the darkness
So beautiful and strange
But the beauty, it is fleeting
As your flesh is torn and burned
Your soul provides the nourishment
As the Dark Son reaches birth
Heed these words, be wary
Of the muses in your lives
For the wisest have been fooled...
By this demon in disguise
Copyright ©2004 Edwin Dante Larson
Regis
As the Dark Son reaches birth'
Chilling thoughts so well captured - love the meter and rhyme of this too. You're certainly on a roll with this theme...feel I may be buying wooden stakes and not candy in a couple of weeks lol! Panda :)
It waas nice knowing you, but a great way to die..lol
Fee
You are on a roll with this series. This one, I believe was your best. Good rhythmn, and flow, and another really creepy message.
The first strophe set a goose-pimply gripping mood.
Good job ...
Richard Lloyd Cederberg