A Malefic Dream

In the realm of this strange dream
I hear laughter down the stream
In sleep walk on my own feet
In slow progress across the street
Who would dare walk? Who would care talk?
In the mist lying low in a malefic dream

Four moons hovering in my vision
Low over ground on the horizon
Framing leaves lay down a sheath
Cold in the soil bed beneath
In the faint loom of the blue moons
In the mystical world in a malefic dream

I see the spirits with green eyes
Faces painted, I fantasize
And tattooed skin revealing bare
Shaved down to the finest hair
On the cool side of the blue shade
And the mystery sets in a malefic dream

Deep brown wraps around their hips
Golden bracelets and pierced tits
Amusingly they wear those rings
Talismans hanging on strings
Of the anklets and the girdles
Of the satanic whores in a malefic dream

Running waters of the blue spas
Filling petals like cosmic rays
An incarnation from ritual bath
Immersing in the waters path
In nature of continuity
And the miracles but a malefic dream

When the senses are oblivion
To the presence of human being
And my voice is a sensation
To sizzle image to illusion
In the tell-tale it’s invisible
And the mist lies low in a malefic dream

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