I know 
you recognized 
ME
that day again
when she sent you 
way back when
It could've been anybody
I've seen better 
fantasy poetry
but you concluded
reality
the beast in you
recognized 
ME
and not some fanciful scribe
from the caribbean sea

and so after all this time
it's still blurred
that "black" line
always so fine
between my reality
and my fantasy
and what the "mission men"
think they see
In 
ME

It's not human
not at all
"Ode"
could've been a story tall
but you knew
didn't tell her 
how could you?
after all 
evil is as evil do

Mother's day around the corner
The one I worship
my neighbours 
don't know her
This sunday...
I'll dream of battles past
blood and glory 
we thought would last
I nursed at the breast
of the best
I'll love her forever
My
Ayndria

Is it fantasy
Lucille
the urge to hunt
kill for the thrill

Is it some warped reality
a dark harbinger
past or future
that "old" acquaintance
Lucifer

It's not my problem
you see
to decipher where it 
begins and ends
My
Reality
My Fantasy

and if perchance 
you get it wrong
someone else
gets to write your swan song

They've sown enough seeds
for a lifetime
of homo-extraterrestrial
Destruction

But you all already knew that...
It's my jaundiced fantasy
your soon to be
nightmarish reality