This poem is written after my friend and Gothic Horror Illusionist/Actor, Ron Fitzgerald.
MASTER ILLUSIONIST of the DARK REALM
Charming wicked delightful magician
Mad illusionist laughing in the delight of his darkness.
I dare you,
stare into the deep glowing eyes of this creative master.
He shall secretly bring you into a hypnotic trance
as he takes you on an illusional dark dance.
Warm sticky blood dripping from the corners of his moist lips,
after swallowing the sharpest shiny blades.
Yet he shouts in ecstasy of this wicked trick
For he is the master within his dark realm.
Oh master illusionist
You hold the key to the magical darkness,
keeping the light away,
You bask under the sparkle of moonlight
and sleep by the dawn of day.
Dancing with the beautiful madams upon your realm stage
You torture them with your illusional trickery
as they gift you with their ultimate trust.
One may see you as an evil sorcerer,
when you hold their lovely hands and
With mere wicked delight, you carefully pierce them with jagged saw blades
and detach their alluring delicate heads.
Or torch their exquisite figures with blazing fiery flames…
Yet, dear Master,
You are the King of your Realm.
Ruling the world of magical darkness.
They can’t get enough of your illusional spell,
it brings your people an unexplainable evil kind of ecstasy.
And so, you carry on with wicked delight.
Master Illusionist of your dark little realm.
-Ariana R. Cherry 2016