Red mist descends upon the land, thick as illusion
None can know what mysteries lie within-
what adventures call
the sensual thrill of an epic quest
or the gripping horror of a fight against one’s demons
The red mist lives, it calls to us all
Inviting and yet foreboding
But still it calls, its pull too strong to resist…
In there, caution is draped in adrenaline
and all senses attune themselves to shock and surprise
What might you see? What might you feel
what might you do when besieged by echelons of emotion…
A conflagration of salacities saturates within the air
delicate words and supple whispers weave all around
while frightened whimpers add an ominous tinge
The red mist descends upon us all
fueled by guttural instincts and primal desire
Oh to be lost and unfound!
to be alone, unbound and unchained
without a plan, with only reaction!
To see without eyes
to dream and dread all the same
Inside the red mist
Do we ever want to shed the chains and bonds of this world?
What will we find within ourselves when we do?
Who is our primal self?