Synesthesia: The Dark Lords Tune
To live in this particular moment,
of this particular tune... that would be my heaven!
The tone triggers,
Lord Darkness snickers,
fingers glow
and his song flickers.
Flickers off his fork like tongue
I am weak to his voice
Weak to the tunes Tangerine dream has sung
High in fantasy that Ridley Scott had flung.
Baritone booming voice,
Tim Curry, Lord Darkness, Evil laugh...
Since I was 5, I didn't have a choice.
Surrender to the magic, rejoice!
Gothic, No Face charms..
I am the Alto ego of Lily,
No need for alarm,
I will be safe in his arms.
My Heaven, is an idea of Hell
What does that make me?
Happily caught in Lord Darkness's cell,
Intoxicated, enchranced, under the spell.
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