Light The Torches And Follow The Trail Of Our Silken Folie De Grandeur

This will be Absolutely Exemplary
I can just feel it
in my Golden, Empyrean Bones.
Anyone can Kill with Knife
… we shall do it with Kisses.
String-Up the ‘Interrupter’
and leave them chained
as ‘Table-Scraps’…
for the envious who follow.
We need to find a River to Cross
… a Spectacle is Required,
a Martyred Lash-Wound
would only make us
more Beautiful and Desirable.
I am Palpitating in Anticipation
of them Discovering Us
for the very First Time… Wow!
The day the Pauper
spat the word ‘Ideology’ into
the hooded-face of the Cobra
was the Day I leaned backwards
for the very last time.
We shall ‘Magia Sexualis’
a fresh Star for others to Adore
and Mountain new Monuments
[I’m turning myself on again]
to the coming of our Exalted Apex.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer, who’s currently up to his elbows in Magic, and long may it remain this way. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.