the regress

 
turn the word and spin
it is with pain I turn the pages of the verse
it is secret and sacred
an old art to conjure the winds
by which light right
of course by none

for the dark void alone, was
swimming through time
searching the emptiness for a likeness like her own
sadly there were none

she had visions that both excited her and frightened her
future realms and beings to excite her
she was a Queen on her throne
with particles of space gathered about her
they were her men
there only job was to feed her sex

while she was dreaming about the future
they were listening to her thoughts
forming their own visions
after time passed she conceived a child
she was ordered to abandon him because he was a tyrant

she left him in the dark void
but part of her stayed with him
well concealed lest the men discover her
she nurtured the child in his dark nursery
and soon he was on a throne
sitting before a great chess board

she animated playmates for him to play with
darklings of the horde
werewolves, vampires, fairies and the like
shapeshifting beings to delight

soon he grew bored with them
and started creating under his own right
he locked his mother out of his Kingdom
with frightful soldiers that respond only to him
a great castle and fortress he built to keep the dark out

his mother locked in utter darkness continued listening to his thoughts
he wanted a woman a golden one
so she helped design her with his desires in mind
a glorious woman who would submit to his needs

captivated they bore a beautiful little girl into being
a little ballerina who would dance for the King
whose whole life was her daddy

her mother had grown quite cold
in this beautiful floating castle the only light the child saw was her father's
her mother fade so far in the background she wondered at her existence at all
it was just her and her daddy's men
one day while she was reading her Father's thoughts she tempted him...

to be continued