The Temptress in the Black Dress

My eyes roll into the shadows of my soul as I fall away onboard a jet plane skirting alarmingly near the tattered edges of my sanity sending my subconscious to the precipice of hell eagerly accepting the invitation offered by the temptress in the black dress wearing a curiously hypnotic gaze that illuminates the pyramids of my mind and instantaneously explains all there is and why we are here as I stare longingly at her crimson lips which hold the keys to all the treasures mere mortals could never fully comprehend beaconing one to forsake all that is good in this world and accept a path imbued with an evil as old and as fresh as life itself that I could never logically comprehend when the realization that I was far from the black individual I sometimes thought I was but indeed one of the soldiers from heaven as Michelle pecked frantically at her keyboard in the seat adjacent to mine oblivious to the battle raging across the cluttered landscape of my imagination blurring my reality with the demented memories of horrid hallucinations forever locked inside my soul coffin prompting the question did I play with madness long enough to reveal the path too easily strayed that climbs it’s way up the mountain of life entering into the great hall where the grand feast awaits those who have cheated death at his own game raising my fists in triumph graciously accepting this new crusade knowing the inevitable price that must be paid I scream to no one single being that I am saved and have been instilled with an unlimited wisdom and focus to guide the growth of a younger consciousness waiting to take our place as the minions to the Gods as the temptress in the black dress turns over the hourglass of time and makes yet another offer.

May, 2007