Precious Visits

Before I lost my mind…

Thimble, thimble, who has the thimble
There’s the king, everywhere ruling, drooling

Before psychiatric diagnosis…

Schizophrenic dimensions and delusional fabrications
Voices rising from looming peaks and squeals, surreal

Before the fever came

Hot, Harad lands smelting away coherency
Leaving slag filled days and dross coated nights

Before the fever broke, breaking certainty

Glass slivers and shards scattered on lost streets
Crushed into powder, worming into our soles

Before my mind melted

Running hot
Oozing molten memories into yesterday
Pouring fantastical realms into a mundane cast
Burning frost bite, shivers
Shakes, shimmers beyond the veil

There was the shadow that spoke, the tired fawn eyed gaze, the promise made

It burns. It burns it.

Whispers reaching from the shadows, taunts and pleas
Oder of smoldering flesh chilled in waif whimpers

My precious. Have you found my precious? It's here. It must be hererrrrr...
I caught it, I did. I held it close, felt it burns, my PRECIOUS! They took it from us…

And the shadow’s muted screams faded and I saw it sparkle
In the corner of the room
And it is mine…