A Summer Night Blossom Tale

Handcuffed
Actors in a theatre, in a room
Desperation?
No, no signs of gloom
If it's true? Abominations
Are real if you believe in your
Allucinations

Actors in a room
Shaking hands like friends
Actors in this same room
They can't see each other

Handcuffed

Under a spell of clarification
Clairvoyance is damnation
The actors walk out of the room
Did they leave a broom?
The witchcraft's awoken
Clarification's broken

The actors, did they leave a mess?
Or just a bookworm's stinky ass?
This one's a loser, said he
He's gluttony filled with greed
All the power of words
Is shattering worlds
The witch's awoken
The bookworm's broken

She walks out of the room
He follows her voice, the broom
The hat and the power
Reaching the theatre's tower
Arriving where the actors left
They look out scarred
They're slaves to the power of death

Handcuffed,
Stuffed with
Winter's bloom;
I leave thee here
Since it's better not to know
Where did they go


The story's gone
The giant's not true
If you believe in me
(And I ask thee, please
Don't do it)
I will ask you to tell me
A summer night blossom poem