Intrigue

Confusion seeps into my every thought.
I lose track of all passing time.
I forget where I’ve been and who I am.
Before I realise I’ve reached the end of the line.

You’re there, beckoning me forward.
But my feet are stuck in this quicksand.
I try to take a step forward, but I fall.
My paralysed mind doesn’t seem to understand.

Your gentle smile morphs into something else.
A grin of torture, evil, pure malice.
I gaze into the eyes that once comforted me.
I remember the humble home we built into our palace

When you turn your back to me and walk away,
I believe this monstrous nightmare’s over.
Yet your memory haunts the air around me.
I lay facedown, suffocate on stale, dead clover.

I wake up to a bright sun, early morning,
Before my lungs can fully collapse.
It was all a terrible dream, not real
But I know once night falls, I’ll relapse.

I’ll see the same scene behind my eyes
And I’ll fight the overwhelming fatigue.
The moon will hide behind its downy cover,
As I’m sucked into the Goddess’s twisted intrigue.