The Elemental Called Misha Poem by John Duffy

She came looking for me one dark fateful night





Last June





From the very Flesh of the Lost Gods

She said





Like a magician at around two in the afternoon





Slowly approaching with a certain swagger





As if looking for a new acquisition





In the confines of my deepest of sleep





A dark queen

An Elemental called Misha





Of which there is no opposition





Dressed from head to toe in purple



Blue and crowned in green ivy





Creating such a fashionable juxtaposition





Walking as though she was on a secret mission





Through widened corridors filled with darkened pines





Surrounded and followed by hundreds of lines of sad hollowed out old men who she left



Constantly seeking and thirsting for her divine attention





As they pleaded and whined





That Lady





Voluptuous and so heart-stoppingly seductive





She now nightly





Just visits around three am





Where she begs we should stride out like reunited old souls





In indistinguishable old grey and green coats





To soar the lower levels of the Astral Realms





Striking like red spells from baptised bows





Into its viscous ever-spinning rainbows of never-ending Immortality





Where only the blessed few may go to see its magical Desert Rose





To unspoken places where we would pass shades of long winters





Once spent whimpering in silence for each other until sounds erupted in chaotic violence





Leaving them adrift in the swirling smog as they are cast aside





Like deadweights in the fog of the Eternal Gardens





As old cries are pardoned





When we escape beyond loveless lands filled with strange withering shapes





To then stride forth like married beggars



The Alpha and her Omega



Lost on one of the Universe's many unreachable railways



Littered with love letters



And through its blackest of sludge





Towards the bright lights in the near distance





We should tirelessly

Arm in arm trudge





Stepping in-between grimy shadows and the hordes of beseeching souls below





Forever bellowing and crying out in unison for all to see



To the trueness of the New Sun



With shrieks filled with primal fear and ecstasy



As we must fly to where we are appointed to be





Past the grim ashes of damnation which below us will flow





Where we will watch the hordes like ants go hither and forth





We are destined to share the air of history for a brief moment in its long night





She always preaches





Twins souls who once dared to reach for the unreachable lights





In another fragmented twilight





Mountains below us will dance a strange Argentine tango as we soar





Dark anxious memories now forgotten





Will lay crying below us





Upon Pythorus darkened undulating snake-filled wet



Black and white dance floors





No more to rise and roar





In the distance

With hands clasped together tightly





We will look deep into each other's eyes





With no signs of resistance or interference as our eyes glow





She says it's a sacred truth



And it's why she always comes around



To celebrate the day when I know and remember that I have been found





For she feels we'll get there someday





To visit old stalls within strange celestial halls





When we are eventually recalled





The Elemental and her darkened Prince





Who soon will move together forever as one





In DreamLand



For our joining has always been planned by the Unseen Hand



And then I wake



Always still seeing her



Standing by the Great Black Gates as the daybreaks



As she smiles and whispers





I'll be waiting

For as long as it takes





Copyright John Duffy