(inspiration Poem) A Muse Of Possibilities Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

The creeps.
The chills.
The cryptic message that seals the deal.
Who is behind these iron walls of glass and electricity?
Who is it that is hammering these nails down?
To be imprisoned and set free in one stroke of the key.

My muse of possibilities, is continuously speaking to me.
Telling me of moments, that should be both feared and cherished/
But who is she?
When will that veil of pitch black smoke be lifted?
Identify yourself, and don't lie to me.

Does a scream know how to lie in the middle of the night?
Does a exaggeration of the truth make it any less true?
Piecing together the clues.
Wiping off the cold grassy dew.
And the parasite takes another bite.

Sucking upon life as if their will be always more.
Hollowing out the door.
Once rotted it will fall.
But with a more subtle noise.
Not the loud crash, bang, boom we are all so use too.

But does it become an exit or entrance?
Into the gates of both heaven and hell.
The stories they do tell.
At first glance barely noticed.
But suddenly everybody is looking star struck.

Yes they haven't seen that before.
This giant centipede comes out with it scaly armor and 100 legs.
How can this be possible?
This thing is the size of a herd of cows.
Because I wrote it.