Clash of swords in epic battles,

naked women lavishly feeding my soul.

Tropical islands with ski sloped peaks,

adrenaline pumping chase scenes.

Who dares to interrupt my illogical narrative?

Ah, you, my bright intruder,

seeping through my dust covered eyes.

I am a demon when i arise,

pissed off at the solar burglar,

The one who robbed me of my omnipresent power.

I am no longer the screen writer,

but a actor playing a role in some whimsical play.

I have been cursed!

No longer do i walk,

i sluggishly stomp.

Instead of eloquent words rolling off my tongue,

i find dribbles of letters pooling at my lips.

I’m in need of fairy’s cure,

to exorcise this demonic possession.

My body marches to a place unknown,

on a mission to find the magical remedy.

I arrive in a marbled room,

with silver swan necks bent in sad submission,

next to woolen drapes folded in square cut shapes.

I see a transparent wall rested at the corner,

guarding the dwarfed wheels planted in stone.

I slide past it’s glass gates and stand,

lurching under the dragons head.

My hands hypnotically turn the steel dials,

calling the animal above to life.

It breaths into me a love for order,

washing away my chaotic mess.

I am reborn,

A phoenix birthed from night time ashes,

sparked by this aether mist.

It arms me with a forgiving heart,

a sharpened mind,

and a bolt of energy.

I see the glittering highway man,

beaming rays through a cloud of mist.

I smile and forgive him for his thivery,

embracing him as a lost friend, newly found.

I am ready now,

ready to live another day,

till bed time comes my way.