Prestidigitation by Nicole Terry I walk through the forest of danger; I feel the heat of the monster's hiding feeding on the screams of the quietly dying. I watch the touch of Despair prying into the Heat of my Pain, I am faring the terror of zombies searching for another hostage for the Beast, flying through the Void like dust lying on the floor of my ancient Mind.   Almost a stranger among enemies holding desperately to their souls, sliding over the edge of the abyss, crying over the magic of Age, living in the embrace of Love, but hating the life I bring, mourning long and lost freedom, slaving away under the heel of the Ghost, squealing like a Herd of hope stampeding. I don't know how long I have been walking through the desert of Herds, crawling over the sand, the sun is rising behind my back, murderous Mind burning visions of fields, harvests reaping the parasite of Man through the sky, falling as petals of dust, a virus infecting the Will of the weak fighting for the last of the Magic Children.  © Copyright 2008 Nicole Terry ALL RIGHTS RESERVED   [back to Poems] [Sensual Poetry]