Ignite The Flames Of Fantasy's Illusion Poem by David Lacey

I’m searching for my muse, to inspire delight and confuse
I’m seeking my muse to ignite the flames of fantasy’s illusion
Beyond the caging of this ‘reality’, cast off dull realities. Cast off.
It almost makes me weep to think of all the heat I’ve wasted
Trying to keep her memory warm. Outside the storm is raging.
Inside the beast is aging yet growing more accustomed to is form.
Born of the heavens she bears the ark of the Crescent Moon.
Insanity calls, beckoning you to fall out of tune with the chords you play.
No one can blame him, no one can name him, for he is the beast untamed.