Marie Angie

Let the erratic night judge me if it may

As the witch that provoked necromancer

I have proclaimed powers; I show, you pay

Eating your heart out, oh avid cancer

Angel of death, seeking my one revenge

I stumble in the life I seek, hazards…

Introspection surges: the crash, I cringe

I saw that night the rush of skin blizzards

Lying in the hospital bed, mourning

She came across to me saying softly

Gently wiping wet tears speaking warning

“You must use this in your favor, Marie.”

I lie to my clients every now and then

I am unable to gaze the truth in men 

My Name is Imagination

I forge

your understanding

of the universe,

Taking the pen

and dreaming up

my spontaneous creation

I give you motivation

to be the god

of your happiness

I mask

the thoughts

in your head

And turn them

into immense

colorful illusion

Swim in the paper lake and relax,

Float within my excited mind

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