He'd boasted a demonic heritage
What did you say your name was?
"I forgot what lie I told you"
A paradox perhaps, lie within a lie
But demons, of course, are prone to lying
Another preternaturally odd
Half here/half there
Guessing my magickal names
He appeared above my bed one night
A perfect glowing entity walking in a dream
Spiritual stalking, yes - but his glamour was strong
My vain Baron, of course
Saving my soul and destroying my house
With his entourage of ghosts
My room was full of voices then
Flickering shades in my windows
Pulling themselves onto our plane just to be near him
And my dear Seraphim
I remember you in another place
Giddy in the fever of divine mercy
Whispering against my cheek
Regarding the collection of certain angelic frequency
For unauthorized and rapturous uses
Sometimes the masks slip, and the solid world becomes soft
My beloved menagerie revealing little secrets
If nothing else reminding me of my own stunted divinity -
Dormant now, trying to quicken
But - when I was younger
My energy was like a sparkler
Leaving a trail of burning stars on the ground
5/2011
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