A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

A Fantazien Window

  • Reading On Thames

    Reading On Thames

    A waitress is feeling generous today, Liquids are spilling on my new dress, Thought I’d take a ride to Reading, Girls in waiting are Sunday’s best. Maybe the fruit has become a tree, Work for the cherry picking scene, The baked in lie like warm apple pie, While we pay for who we’ve been. Well Read more

  • Dismantle

    Dismantle

    He says he’s going to dream of me,No sweet means in my cup of teaWhy must I give the devil his due,A machine for me and a machine for you, He doesn’t need to ask me anymore,He’s a broken vow, I’m a broken whore. So we got down on our dirty knees,And prayed there is Read more

  • the Psiren’s kiss

    the Psiren’s kiss

    I Jumped into the ocean without my paddle, Searching for the ‘but a dream” of life… And now I swim in the wreckage of time’s river, Where once in a little row boat I held your hand, Now I look for you beneath the waves, Drowning just to find you and pull you up, And Read more

  • Whispering Seashells

    Whispering Seashells

    Picked you up on the seashore, Little seashell glistening bright, I sang to you the ocean’s song, Empty of what was once delight. Painted you like a Geisha doll, Prisoner to the master’s gaze, But there in the mirror darkly, It’s clear I’m the one who pays. Because candles don’t burn forever, The wicked child Read more

  • The Howling Winds Hotel

    The Howling Winds Hotel

    The narrow path wound its way through the trees until distant lights seemed to match the raucous sounds of the singing and music that was steadily growing louder. The path led up a small incline overlooking the forest, and upon its perch under the silver moonlight, there stood a large bespoke wooden cabin, two stories Read more

  • The Singing Tree

    The Singing Tree

    They slowly made their way up a gently sloping hill that was covered in soft grasses and vibrant, fragrant wildflowers. The temperate air, carried on its affectionate breeze, the scent of spring and the quiet hum of merry bees making the most of the fading light. Atop the lonely hill, was a beautiful young ash Read more