Shameless

Nightmarish incubus’ soared through the kingdom, icily
Crystallizing subterranean plains in alizarin crimson yields.
Frozen figures of sarcastic synergies imploring motion
Within obstructions disintegrated as farcical defiances
While lost souls cowered inside these forgotten labyrinths
Where energies were consigned to shaded hiding spaces.

Hilarity

An underdressed Elvish Kissandra hidden
In the oak lands, sings her fortuitous odes.
She strums her harp, her hands plucking
Melodious tones as they glide to and fro
In scales that petrify our egos senselessly.
Tripping in a weakened state, she slakes
Her treacherous bloodlust with a stake,
Crudely made, rapturously laughs, then
Appears to run with dislocated joints,
Deeply plunging it into our necks.

Reptilian


A three eyed
Asinine reptilian
Scours the dimensional plane
With glowing holographic irises
Of yellow orange hues
With spokes
Of icy ultramarines.

Our three eyed
Reptilian crusader
Who’d been born
From royal decent,
Had been granted
Telekinetic powers
Through trials and tribulations
In warzones where it gained vision
Into stolid events of unfolding futures.

Now it stands
Agape,
While clad
In its embossed skins
Formed from habitually molting,
Made to be constantly ready
In a battle mode stance.

Its armor
Of perfected
Genetics;
Shoulders,
Of weaponized
Spiked studs, sharpened
Into slicing razor edges,
Amongst the finest
Tones of silvers
In the darkest
Of alloys
Of steel,
Of iron and
Titanium scales.

They shine brilliantly
In glistening
Lusters, while our warrior
Madly shrills and stomps
Its monstrous feet
In undulating sycophant beats
In rushes of hilarity
It thrusts
Its mighty sweeping rapier
With superhuman celerity
In mesmerizing zipping prowesses.

Ascending in steady surges
Unto domains
In the throes
Located atop a cliff
Riddled with poisoned nets
Hidden under covered ditches
Where discussions of covertly
Held operations were made
For clandestine approaches
Of motivations in hideous discoveries.

Circumferential

Fictitious soap bubbles
Travel in innocuous
Elliptical orbits
Hosting homeostasis
Of love’s statistics
Labeled as magic;
Layers of collected
Dust and grime
Thinly coat and veil,
Covering the mysteries
Of incomprehensible interactions
Of misconceived utterances
Of deciphering sensibilities
Of those intuitively deemed
Attractive.

Is it romantic,
Or is it curiosity,
Fueled by
Semantics;
Beauty;
Is passion’s ending,
In the loss of interest.

What of general
Secondary
Romances.