Elysian Fields

Elysian Fields 09/05/2018 Shadowy images, ethereal vestiges, glimpses of souls. Ghostly pretences, undermine my defences, Static, stranded, silently awake, wonder alone Soft light of candle moves carelessly in my eye, Manifesting deleterious demons in my mind. Am I here, corporeal, visceral, essentially whole, Fracturing my intellect, splintering my soul, Spectre, shadow, soulless something invades below. Stupid, stupid me !! Why read Edgar Allan Poe. Imagination, minds machinations, undo my sanity. The essence of soft shadows is innocence personified, Fantastic phantoms ferret at the edge of my sagacity, Real or imagined the consequences are capital. My astral entity is imperilled, Soft shadows lay thrilled, Stalking, waiting, blood spilled, Return from Elysian Fields.