My Illusions are my purest gift
I have traveled the realms
Of fantasy, and reality, and space.
To come to you, with your
Pleasures, Nightmares, and Dreams.
I am what drives you into your own madness.
I'm what drives you into your passions.
I am only here, to please myself.
For such a show of destruction.
For I am the Illusionist
Your destruction.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow! this haiku inspired by your poem: she calls him mad he loves her all the more