Campfires and Hypnotics

Over at D'Verse,  Claudia is hosting Poetics.  This week we're talking the language of Fairy Tales.  I wrote this particular internal fairy tale almost a year ago and thought I would share it once again for this prompt.  Enjoy.


Pestilence wove its wicked stripes once again,

Driving shrill-like vapors deep into me,

Alive, yet contortion breaches,

The protocol just put into place,

 Warlocks, witches shepherds, thieves

Cast iron griddles, boiling butter, rapt and dense,

Fairy, eerie tales of gore,

Ghostly pinups of nightmarish lore,

Frizzle, drizzle, dazzling glitter,
A heart unwound and wound recleansed,

By the fire, amidst and watching flame,
Shift in color, contort in shape,

White to blue and red to orange,

To most a spectacle, to me, I needed more,

Brightly tarred skyline,

A coal painted eve,

A canvas where I'd never been,

A unity felt, a connect, briefly dissapating within,

While adrenalin rose it then changed,

From beating hearts to shaken knees and bleating veins,

One day soon, one day please,

Visions stay, thoughts though leave,

Only illusions remain unchanged for me