Lost in Limbo

 Scorpion sells a superstition, a story & steals the show  
 frog a finalist, forecasts a fatal fiction, a feeble fable  
 the tale of two tigers, the two tigers with tangled tails  
 
Here I am – no hero, hopelessly held hostage by our history  
 As a menagerie of memories and moments map my mind  
Translating to a tribute to the testament of truth theory  
 
Perhaps pleasure promised a proposition of perfection  
Maybe it was merely magic, maybe moments of madness,  
my muse amused, my heart she abused  
 
Wondering, wanting what all those words were wishing  
I surrendered my mind manifesting a soliloquy of silence  
My soul stained, my heart haunted  
 
Fear flounces in  
Desire drops by  
Fantasy & Fiction flyby  
 
As a drum-roll dangerously delivers  
A story so simple  
Maneuvering myths to memory  
 
a prose of promises a prediction of possibility’s  
driven by the determination of desire  
fantasy or fate forecast in the future