Masterly Mislead

Masterly Mislead

“This world is not what it seems it is an illusion that hides the nightmarish dreams. You block out the darkness to survive day by day but its here all around you and it wont go away. You can tell your young children that this life is a gift that if they reach for the stars they will grant every wish but in the background of happier lives that are lived is the darkest of darkness that even god can not rid”.  Over and over this fellow would sing as he sat at my bar drinking tonic and gin. His eyes were of amber quiet a handsome young lad with a voice like an angel that made me quiet sad. I poured him another of his tonic and gin and he looked at me solemnly with a caviller grin. He reached out his hand across the mahogany bar and he asked me “dear child have you reached for those stars”? “ The ones that your parents have promised to you, do tell me my child have your wishes come true? I thought for a moment of my childhood dreams of the world I once knew before it burst at the seams. The fantasy offered, the promises made all of the brightness that did eventually fade. I thought of the laughter that had turned into tears when the truth of this world overwhelmed me with fears. When the sunshine and lollypops had faded to dust, giving way to the truth that was hidden in trust. I was told that the world was a wonderful place full of magic and laughter full of beauty and grace. “I see” said the lad as he sat very still his eyes seemed to flicker which gave me a chill as he stared with intent as if playing a game I took a step back and then asked him his name. His reply was quiet sharp as if questions were banned and all he said then was “please hold out your hand”. In that moment I quivered, I could not catch my breath still I offered my hand to the lad’s icy flesh. The room, which I stood seemed to then melt away and we stood in a place, I did not want to stay. I could see all the evil devouring souls and then dancing a dance to embrace its control. It was a truth beyond anything one should believe but I saw what I saw and what I saw was disease. His chuckle rolled through me as I fell to the floor and I begged and I pleaded for him to show me no more. No emotion was offered from this lads amber eyes not a flicker at all just one simple reply. Manipulation he whispered is the way of your kind, and it is offered by armies that I have designed no matter how hard you push it away the darkness is here and here it will stay. There is no reason and there is no rhyme. The lives that you lead are just puppets of mine..                  


                                                                                                   Courtney Dawe