In Stupor| Corinn B. Sessions

IN STUPOR

Deomons in shadow beckong to play,

Battling against eidolon children

Tapping on glass for one last favor.

The Old Serpent tinkers in recesses,

Molding one aspiration to fault,

One desire to obsession.

The workshop where nightmares forge,

The playground of dimentia

Cast for the apprentice of idols.

One throw for redemption, a toss

Of thought in element of rescue-

At what blood price to pay for redemption?

In essence of gray matter, an act of salvage

For one lost entity in expanses of speculation.