Neptune's Yellow Sands

The moment Titania's blessed feet touched the shore
The fairy queen knew she wanted more.
To breathe the air no mortal could
To lie on beds made of splendid wood

The whole experience Titania craved-
Dancing in the wind, eating starlit spheres
Her desires all granted, none depraved.

But this was odd, the queen felt no cheers
Her heart felt too light; it wasn't joy
It seemed more like the devil's ploy.

What was the the point, living in paradise
Experiencing nirvana every sunrise.
When the creatures two by two
Seemed to taunt, "All alone there, aren't you?"
Then the golden sea whispered a promise of comfort and splendor,
No more need to feel hollow or wander.
Its only request was a simple gift,
And alas Titania agreed upon the offer.
The queen fell into its golden embrace-
She'd given her soul to the waters, and there it remained forever.

Halloween 2008 (2)

Scream, its halloween
Already the leaves aren't green
Glee in the air
No malice to spare

Pick your shoes up and run
He ain't liking you hon'
No point staying to analyze
Reckon you'd rather get hypnotized

Step into the forest, see it beckon
Prance and dance around, just like Ellen
Be a tree hugger; but wait, there's more
right at the old trunk there's a huge door

Welcome to a new world full of the unthinkable
Everything could be chaos, or a miracle
Further up are curtains drawn asunder
Lightning flashes, then thunder

Nearby lies a canopy
"Rest in my satin sheets," you hear
Night gown on you crave nothing but eternal slumber
Sleep on forever, year after year

Halloween 2008 (1)

This #200th post is drowning in gloom and despair,
and slowly you'll find you're yanking your hair.
Better posts may come, soon in the future,
but for now ma cherie, gloom's in your picture.

Creep down the hallway, turn around slowly
Slide along the wall, it feels really grimy.
Something cold and slimy touches your neck
And soon hairs stand; all over your back

Mouth shaped like an O, get ready to scream
A hand grabs you from behind; oh typical dream
Its normal to flee, but then you stop short
"Was reality better" comes the great retort?

You float through the walls into a new world
Where everything's wonky, crispy and curled
No reflection in the mirror, no footsteps left behind
Just waltzing and twirling, until you unwind.