Illuminati (Illuminated)

I Fear that no one will be able to understand this poem. Frankly, I hardly understand it myself... But I just couldn't get the idea of "Illuminati (Illuminated)" out of my head. Then for some unknown reason I began to think of a harlequin... and as some people may first think of "Harley Quinn" the bad girl from Batman... :) A child of my times apparently. at any rate, here it is freshly born from my befuddled mind. appreciate it while you can and try not to die from not being able to understand. :)

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Harlequin dances about the floor, surrendering to Demons

and Angels, silhouettes and innocent shadows. She stands,

mythical and poetic, spinning her dreams out like darkened

spider webs. Caught by her own vanishing nightmares.

Violent and gentle, she spins and twirls, the ribbons flying

up and fluttering to the floor. Above her the sky seems to

burn, the horizon is downcast and she is tied to this hideous

form. Circled by Hell's vicious dogs.

Silky are the voices that call her inside, bluer than the moon

outside the painted glass. They tease her, push and pull her

down. Violet sunlight floods the circle that divides Heaven from

her Hell, tied to the knives spinning round.

Lacy snow falls in the midst of summer's tears. Pink and Ivory

against the erratic world flowing into her. She studies the

imperfections of a rose, standing before the Court of the moon

and her lovers. Dulcimers play at the edge of her sanity.

Fiery kiss upon her cursed lips, a virescent larkspur to

resurrect her. Now fanged, she lets the blood flow, the

honeyed lies and sweet brokenness take control. Her womb

is bleeding, rape the soul. Shatter the glass, make it whole.

Adorned in bloody rubies, glittering in the darkness of the sun.

She stands, new born. Two has become one, Harlequin no

more. Let the walls that have imprisoned her vanish as she

rises to shine. Illuminated by her own silver tongue.