QUEEN OF DARKNESS
The backdrop in your eyes is the night
In storms of anger and sorrow
A flicker of lightning ignites
An awareness of power
I peer in to see a mind always ticking
With new plans and approaches
Methods of operation
Various levels of manipulation
Who falls prey to what has always worked for you?
A caliber of folk who cannot see
The dark place where you create
A myriad of colors, textures, ideas, thoughts, feelings, beliefs
With a canvas of WAR PAINT
In the forbidden artistic studio that allows NO VISITORS
Caught up in the creation
Do you remember your origination?
Like the raven in your eyes that blends into the night sky where she cannot be seen...
With mysterious camouflage...
So, what occurs when the illusions fade and the images lose their sparkle?
What becomes of your creation
When it is invisible?
Do you remember what lies behind the lies?
Because I don't want to be on this side of the wall..
When I can see