THE ILLUSIONIST...

...Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,

I shall fear no evil...

One of the verses of the Good Book right?

However, I do not know if I am to take it quite literally though...

Here I am, standing in front of a man, who is cloaked in a long, black gown....

He has a hood, He has his back turned to me...

I look around me and I smile to myself...

It is either of two things...

The first being that I have become as mad as a hatter...

Or the second being that my love for the stranger things in life has finally engulfed me...

Sadly, enough, this is not a dream...

I repeat...

THIS. IS. NOT. A. DREAM...

I am here, lying in my bed, my surroundings are the usual things that help make up the haven called my room.

To my right, I see the light from my bathroom shining through...

To my left, I see my closet, my clothes hanging neatly...

Everything looks normal except for the cloaked person sitting in front of my bed...

I have pinched myself, hidden myself under my sheets, said all the prayers I know and even wished the figure away...

That is the only indication I have that something is not right.

So I brace myself, sit up and ask quietly,

"Who are you?"

The figure turns to me and I can see, or rather, I think I can make out some certain features that form a face,

In actual fact, there is no face, or there is but you cannot call it one...

There is a structure, even some flesh but there is a certain "fluidity" to this person's "face"...

Like ripples in a puddle of water, unclear, surreal...

He speaks, a voice like that of smouldering fire,

A hissing sound, having something of an echo...

Indescribable, yet chilling...

" I Am"...

Conflicting emotions well up inside me,

Fear, terror and morbid curiousity...

" You are?"...

" I Am"...

" What?"

He turns his head and stares intently at me...

To make a semblance of reality, I have chosen to give this figure a human form...

In the structure of a face are two shimmering spaces, those are now fixed on me...

I am being drawn into them, hypnotised beyond my will power...

Still I ask again,

" Who or what are you?"

" I am whatever you want me to be..."

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Hey guys, so sorry its been a really long while since I last updated this blog, not going to go into details of what has been going on.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, obviously its going to be in parts, read and comment..

Love,

MARIE