Its not a story but could be

The four chambers of the dark heart beat.

The creature hides shrouded in power;

Creating shadow puppets to distract-

As claws strip mine human dignity and steal hope,

Wings fan the flames of hate while history repeats,

Foulest breath poisons the airwaves,

Devoted priests chant the approved dogma,

In the hall of mirrors the beasts’ true forms are seen;

The Imugi feasting on control spitting fire into the skies,

Triglav the three faced one!

Dominion, Deceit and death are its countenance,

While with snotty orange form the Fyarl enchants, the trivial, with a simple song and little pointy fingers,

And vilest form!

The blighted May Queen.

Who feasts on suffering and pain while her court – of – mongrels howling at the defenders of hope,

In all this fear and despair will the author write us a hero,

A stolen – child – hidden to fulfil a prophecy;

That – white – haired – wizard, to rally the forces of good;

The last – warrior – avenging their kind –

Or even … – intergalactic super-heroes to come to our rescue.

But this is not a story – the heart is global power

Its chambers are our leaders –

Pumping fear into our communities starving them of truth

As life is sacrificed on the altar of capitalism

Do we dare wake up and rise up

Before all is lost!!


About Mr BPD

About Author. I have Borderline Personality Disorder and as a writer and poet I explore my madness through the creative arts. I have a personal belief that even in darkness light exists and it is a personal responsibility to always seek the light and I find the light in creating something.
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