[Instructions: Listen to “Enya – Boadicea” while reading]
BlackLuster Dust…. Dark… Dreary… Drawn… A ministry, gone. Crystal Lake, Farris wheel, Magic, voodoo, Distortion upon trick mirrors. Robbery of mind, spirits divine, Spell bound, mesmerized, disemboweled, Elemental and drowned. Upon my waking of this dimming dream, Come forth my realization of my fantasy. Unto my realm, and idle eyes, I call you forth, of my trickery and phantom guise. I dispose my wonders of your purities, Obtain the truth that only a ghost may see. Black robed and graceful, Swaying in the skies, Consuming all darkness and inhaling the night. Your BlackLuster eyes, hypnotize, Your divinity and infinity is more than surprise. Of the beyond, and never found, A spirit of darkness and mindless bounds. Never before me and never again, Will your eyes reflect upon my sins. Unto the site, where all errors stand, Past the abyss in this endless land. Foreboding and foretelling and never again seen, The BlackLuster Spirit lives on, In you and in me.
Anthony K. Rosales