A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

Whispering Seashells

  • 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

  • Mantle

    Mantle

    She looked into to her starry sea, And dreamed a little dream of me, It is easy to see the stars above, But below them are the depths I love. So what if I’m the mirror of Celeste, Just let me be beautiful just let her rest. Changing faces from day to day, A gem,… Read more

  • 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