Make Believe
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

As I was arriving
at the precipice.
The smell of a spell
amiss evil's abyss.

My mind is befuddled
as if I'm walking in sand.
Words and incantations
I don't understand.

I see visions of colors
all vivid too touch.
Synapses just firing
intense way to much.

I feel like my brain is
armed to explode.
For my mind is ready
for a constant reload.

The air's full of static
all purples and blues.
No longer responsible
for what might ensues.

No longer is this fated
by anyone's hands,
From a higher power
hence this commands.

One blink of an eye
well maybe two.
Grabbed a hold of my mind
set it slightly askew.

I heard words just mumble
come from my mouth.
My lips like the Sahara
they suffer in a drouth.

Sparks started to fly
from my fingertips.
The skies were filled with
no oceans just ships..

Dancing on air as if
floating on waves.
What powerful magic
hast now enslaves.

I see demons and angels
fighting on Earth.
The ships open fire on
all that's been birthed.

Could this be Armageddon
or maybe Ragnarök.
Maybe they are the same
and we're on the clock!

There are many of legends
myths and beliefs.
Those killers of tides
bring ships to their reefs.

Maybe angels and demons
once fought together,
For Odin and Freyja
hold back the weather.

Behind these veils of
heavens and lights.
We'd call all the Pixies
and Fairies to fight.

For all the Gryphons and
Dragons would come to call.
To save Mother Nature
from ending it all.

Just think of all that our
minds have created.
For how many times have
those words been translated.

We've painted these visions
now these stories prevail.
To keep you on course
for a heaven, or hell.