A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

A Fantazien Window

  • Dead Arts

    Dead Arts

    We are not dead on arrival to your page,We live and breathe like the very words,Shifting like colours swirling with form,These delights live, and we are them, living… Don’t you want to know the mirror of death, And stand before the tyranny of entropy? Or be a corpse bride betrothed to an almighty lie, Living… Read more

  • Accused of Being Murdered

    Accused of Being Murdered

    Stars falling from my eyes,Giving breath to the wilds,In which two roads become one,And violence meets its answer. As I embark, I draw nearer, From love, to love, with power,There above the waste,Of an angel’s forlorn,I make a home of my centre,Where I grow without you,Where I am a twice a day kind of girl.… Read more

  • The Unstoppable Cart

    The Unstoppable Cart

    There is a great and unearned sadness, In the tired and loathsome creatures, Given instruction by the abomination,Persisting as monsters do, with hunger. Come then and devour all human misgiving,And become its chief apologist. No soul but what can be stolen from me,No transformation, no energy just the fall. In the image of his righteous… Read more

  • Daisy Did It

    Daisy Did It

    Shadow on a playground that still rings true,Twas then a simple leap from me toward you,The air is so cold that wild, the wind bittersHigh in the blue with these singers and twitters. It’s not the way down, but the Winter that kills,My Snow White dress with its Ivory frills,In my storm I take in… Read more

  • Little Boy Blew

    Little Boy Blew

    There are so many fucking holes in you,That I think he might play through But he’s happier with the poking stick… Feeling like it did back in forty four,Waiting on Sunny with the little boy I adore.There can be no peace without true lies,No slipping on the mind’s refractions, No sorry, no forgiveness, no retractions.Just… Read more

  • The Stranglehold

    The Stranglehold

    For happy days to seek happy nights,In this haze of violent delights,The will must be the thing that bends,As witness made to these violent ends. Circles and circles of Earth and Sol, Where man must fall for what he stole,These tales tell of two snakes entangled,Our endless times are so many angled. Upon ancient roads… Read more