A Fantazien Window

Imagination, Neotrepidia, Naturficial Wonder

  • 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.…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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,…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • The World Between Worlds

    The World Between Worlds

    The world between worlds is a strange and ethereal place, existing outside of the boundaries of time and space. It is a place of swirling colors and shifting shapes, where the laws of physics and reality seem to bend and warp in unpredictable ways. It is a space where the barriers between different dimensions and…

  • The Night Before

    The Night Before

    The girls nodded, taking in Arwen’s words. They understood that their role as muses was not to be seen or recognized by those they inspired, but rather to guide and inspire them from behind the scenes. Arwen continued, “You will also need to be careful in the worlds you visit, as not all worlds are…

  • Specquines

    Specquines

    The girls were in awe of the magic that surrounded them. As they continued their walk, they discovered exotic plants, some of which were sleeping, others were singing, and still others ensconsced vibrant glowing lights dancing across petal to petal. As they continued their walk, they came across a group of spequines grazing in a…