Archetypes
Walking the streets,
Riding subways
Subterranean consciousness,
Ethereal siamese twin
To the everyday.
Shadow and substance
Entwined as before
The invasion.
I long to tell you,
Yearn to tell you,
But only if you truly listen.
I cannot say these things twice.
Memories seep through,
Acquire form.
Stand straight and true
As soldiers or Marines
Giving full allegiance
To any who will take that load.
There are Gods lying in excrement
Begging relief in the form
Of sacrament
Potent and deadly.
There are Angels and
Demons waging war,
Dice from a grail
Foresaging trial or comfort.
Hungry Ghosts wail.
Vampires and Creatures
Of the night
Seek shelter before the
Travails of daytime
Break them.
I saw the Morning Star
Wink salaciously.
In my kingdom
All manner of creatures thrive.
Eagles soar.
Lions roar.
Whales sing.
Humans open a
veiled third eye.
The World rejoices.