dancing evils flicker in the dim
where fantasie's and vision seep in..
my mind, i find beauty divine
a figure resting in a haven..
under entwining vines
swift action's grasp my eye
glazed pupil's stare..
at this figure dressed in light
environment is rich, almost heaven
but what is this?..
too pure for me to endeavour
i step to this being, and feel
air striking upon my face..
shot's of life take me, being forced to kneel
to this angel of sin, god's or the devil's?
this thought i revel..
ride the wing's of eternity, or experience sadistic peril's?
within the very thought, reality fit's my vision
dream or fantasy..
"light, dark" i find on my palm, incisioned.

i was bored, so i figured i'd key this up.