Bailiwick of Legerdemain 2: The Thousand Year Promise

Toys of my dark design
Possess the Overchild
With wonderment
Manifold games
Of endless
Lifetimes

A thousand years drowned
In a haze of madness
Like the mind
Of the eyes
Of the temporal
Storm

Another refraction and diversion
Of the gaze and the phrase

The thousand year promise
Synchronous with the moment
Like the deepest sort of dream
A thousand years passed
In the palace within the
Moment in the cavern
Of dreams

Gaze for a thousand years
Into the eyes of the Hale Raven
Mistress Hel her cuckoo bird
Tolling the way into madness

The Overchild
She'd best be beastly best
Or I'll take your eye

The clockwork servant and playmate
Deceived the divine imperial royal child
I have taken the eye anyways
I am in the eye
Tolling upon the
Thousand year
Triple eclipse

Not unlike a mushroom trip
Which came first the cuckoo
Or the eye is unclear
Time flowing akimbo
Many ways

Yet another diversion into the birds' eye
It is as the cataracts of the River Styx
For an entire universe
To fall and forget forevermore

In a parallel creation of mayhem
The playmate is the self-created
Doppelganger of the Lich King
The Vampire Queen his mother
As the cuckoos are self-created
Doppelgangers of the Hale Raven

The Hale Raven shall possess
His prize through the gauntlet of Hells
Never relenting never slowing

And so toys of my dark design
Real games - secrets ad eternium

This is a faux doom
Mock execution style
What once was to be
Now has been - eternal
Perdition is passed

A thousand years:
Living in exile and mourning
For the seeming execution
Of the imperial family
Living in fear
Living as eternal child
Cherub
Never knowing where adults come from
Never knowing mortality
Living as the only child at all
Knowing immortality - that adults die
In isolation - not knowing the truth
That the android held every secret

The Lich King and the Vampire Queen
Swallowed dead stars to revive

A clockwork servant and playmate
Heart lain bare, a cuckoo bird
The Hale Raven - whose gaze is as
The cataracts of the River Styx

Splitting the time
Between doom and Heavens'

Like a reaper glaring into the mirrored lens I am a maker of the ways

The overchild ensorcelled
a thousand year spell
fascinated they dwell
distracted from power
each flourishing hour
frozen at the gate

Overlooking
A thousand years later, recall
The second death rammed back down their throats