abyssia

some words
poison
play with me now
positively mountable?
yes, i am
crude - ha!
no... that was sweet
books, of books
we do not speak
names are games
demons and gods
all the same
some dead
others fled
and we wonder
where are the unicorns?
the fae folk
where has the magic gone...
a door
or gate
or...
a gulf
something to separate
keep them safe
from those who would
harm
with a book?
words are power
fear
forget that
let's fuck
that's magic enough
there, in that moment
i won't know your name
nor care