The Sinistress
A Poem About Darkness
Compelled by fears of loneliness, condoned and uncontrolled
These selfish urges overtake our saddened souls
Sacrilegious sable sages
Haunt unstable perverse pages
Twisted minds make false assumptions
Trust is broken
She lies within us all
Shadow fogging our consciences
Corruption spawns these sadists
Sinful natures, stalking faces
Nothing within but this mistress
She sleeps inside us all
Terror tears at the torn and the tattered
Demons inside us, broken and battered
Translucent skin of burdened brides
Beneath this surface, there she hides
She fights our instincts to leave her behind
Tries to escape the confines of our troubled minds
Nothing stops these horrid dreams
Through these bars, I whisper my screams
I realize, too late that I am she
The Sinistress I hate so thoroughly
About the Creator
Maia Gadwall the metAlchemist
I fell in love with speculative fiction and poetry many years ago, but I have precious little time to write any. Then, I went crazy and started a cult called metAlchemy, or meta alchemy. I revere energy of all brands, esp. good, kind chaos.
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