Eidolon Shadows and Nefarious Dreams

 In the shadows

of tomorrows

I walk.

Cough, croak, choke

On the nefarious dreams-

like a labyrinthine perplexity

of adits and tunnels

in a multitudinous cavern-

they beckon.

Their candy-coated, honeysuckled

Chuckling, cackling, crackling, 

Gleefully furtive deceitful

Beckoning. 

An ambuscade, a trap-

hellish, devilish,

a ressurection of evil itself.

They return, they revisit, they're back

To entangle and ensnare me-

Naive, gullible- a pawn.

I cover, cower, crouch,

Amongst those shadows

Of tomorrows.

Will they come to my rescue?

Emancipate and unshackle

From the serpentine diabolic

That is creeping up on me? 

A sycophant stalker,

but much worse,

For its dagger

wouldn't slaughter.

But strike once and dispose you off-

hopeless, lifeless, corpse-like,

Yet breathing, nonetheless.

I hide myself

In those eidolon shadows

Of tomorrows.

Will they pull me out of this fire?

Will you pull me out of this fire?