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in the mists of a silver silent dream
a boy wanders thru heaven's garden
among the shimmering trees of hope
where hearts never shiver and harden
and in this place there is no sorrow,
all live together peacefully and free,
the lion and the deer sleep side by side,
and everything exists in perfect harmony...

and so with tranquility held in breast,
calmness in mind and serenity in soul,
he roams thru beautiful woodlands
without threat of either enemy or foe
and he dances in the pale sunbeams
on a morning cloaked in merrity
with a rosebud balanced in his hand
wondering at it's intense fragility...

but in the midst of his wanderings
he comes upon the only thing denied him
and a spindly black widow appears
and descends from it's timely limbs
and underneath this outstretched tree
it drops from it's slender winding thread
and turns into a sensual woman
and weaves around him a silently snaring web...

and so with an intertwining twine
of silken fantasies and gossamer lies
she binds him and enslaves him
while he gazes into her bleeding eyes
and she steals his mourning soul
and covets his honest innocence
and bids him eat of the forbidden fruit
which he does with minor reluctance...

and high up in the seething heavens,
above this tree of misplaced trust,
a voice is heard, "I Banish Thee!"
as his world swiftly crumbles to dust
and the woman grins and cackles
to the tolling of a forgotten bell
and he's turned into a writhing worm
and cast into a forbidding hell...


everything's cold and blue in this world,
in this bitter void of neverwhere,
and the taunting mocking faces of the past
descend upon him out of nowhere
and she stands amongst the shadows,
a silver grin and sapphire eyes
flashing from the darkened nothing
as alone and frightened he gently lies...

but he looks up into the darkness
at this mistress of a thousand pains
and he said to the shadowed maiden,
to this temptress of a thousand names:
"one night i swore i'd die for you,
i loved you so very much,
but you never told me that forever
could ever hurt this much..."

and with that she stepped forward
into the light to strike a pouting pose
and with an evil gleam in her eye
she threw at his feet a dried up rose
and the shackled weight of the world
comes crashing down on his shoulders
at the memory of the forgotten dreams
and all the things he'd ever told her...

and so lying curled on the ground,
the worm looks up into her eyes
and realizes all those bitter truths
that he'd sought so hard to deny
and finally the mists of lies fade away
and he sees everything so crystal clear
and so turns his back on the woman
and slowly sheds a silent, bloody tear...

and so, under unimaginable stress,
like coal at Earth's center pinned,
which after years of crushing weight
is ground into glittering diamond,
the worm breaks from his coccoon
and opens like a blooming rose,
so incredibly slowly, beautifully,
where never again will he close,
and the worm begins it's slow rebirth
after a lifetime of unbearable pain
and crawls from it's protective shell
and finally emerges as a.........

but forever the memory remains..

"it's a long, hard road out of hell."

- Andrew Miller
(1-19-98)

(note: the last quote is by the Rev. M. Manson)


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