The Masquerade Party
Fleeing the house, the leaves crunched under fast flying feet
these cracking corpses of summer dance with whirling winds and meet
he feels this
Hurriedly hustling down the twisting trail
Sneering shadows of night, stalking winds wail
Loneliness
It hits him like an avalanche of boulders crashing into the lake of his mind
splashing out all his sinister thoughts onto the shores of his swollen skull
What had he seen? Impossible imaginations knitting nightmares anew
Not nightmares, terrible truths
Now the lake was only tumors of purplection amid craters of emptiness,
Emptiness encompassing, creeping closer to consume
Memory finally fought its way to the front of his fanatic mind:
He had seen the demons dancing, entrancingly intricate
They opened the heavy door for him, a hostess of hell hearkened him hither
Everywhere these fallen from grace gulped from goblets blood,
Red and rich, reassuringly drawing him deeper into the discord
Then a flood of fear forced need to flee, and with tenacious flight tore through tranquil night
Cold and tired he fell over, his hands on his knees. Exhaustion fed on his bones and flourished through his veins, seducing him towards treacherous trance
Mind racing, heart pounding under a sky sadistically stark of stars, like the moon, he was pale and alone
He cried in desperation, hopelessly hoping help would hear
Even the night shivered as some tangible horror crept around him like predator, patiently watching, waiting
And his voice wavered, wound through the wood
If he’d escaped why did he feel he would die where he stood?
