Alternate poem using the same two opening lines as my other poem of the same name.
Welcome to my world, my love.
‘Tis a scary place.
Countless twisted monsters plague my life.
Three malevolent beasts roam my golden plains,
basking in the heavenly sunlight
One massive, with folds of fat
Hanging off contorted bones.
One ancient, with a vicious snarl
That can’t hide the frailty hidden behind its blind eyes.
One diminutive, with a razor sharp tongue
And a mouth full of needles.
In the night sky,
Dancing among the stars
And floating through
The black void of twilight
I am besieged by invisible adversaries
That scream soundlessly;
That stab at my back
And pluck at my heart,
Leaving my body unmarked
While shredding my soul.
Even in the lovely, blessed dusk,
In a forest
Where no sun shines
And no darkness falls
Lie mysterious beings of shadow and poetry
That beguile me with words
Which are sweet to the soul
But blatant lies to the mind.
Featureless forms that stride through me
And take whatever is within their grasp.
And then there was you, my love.
Standing above it all,
On a stone pedestal,
Bathed in radiant light.
Floating beyond the sunlit plains
Shining in the twilight void
Tiptoeing on the canopy of colorless trees
One arm outstretched to me,
Enticing me forward,
One arm hidden behind you,
Grasping at something unknown.
Could it be a rose?
A sign of love, true?
Or perhaps it is a blade
To end this life of monsters and pain.
Which is it, my love?
No matter the answer, the result is the same;
Relief.
