Would you listen to the Enchantress?

The Enchantress was created to be read as a dream-vision poem blending sensuality, mysticism, occult imagery, and gothic romanticism.

It was crafted using seductive, second-person address to create the feeling of an intimate oracle inviting the speaker (or reader) across a metaphysical threshold.

Using a voice that is hypnotic, ritualistic, and deeply atmospheric.

Leaning into the tradition of dark fantasy poetry—Poe, Baudelaire, even certain modern occult-romantic writers—where desire, the supernatural, and spiritual danger entwine.

Would you listen to......

Title. The Enchantress.

(A lone voice whispers)

I dreamt of faraway lands.

Somewhere out there where blues bands always played incessantly.

And as I held you firmly by the waist, filled with such a delicious need to introduce you to my sensuous friend.

Mrs. Ecstasy.

And as I breathed in your magnetic chemistry, I felt you stand on your tiptoes and press your so inviting, sweet, tempestuous-tasting gate.

Real close.

I dreamt, I slowly whispered.

''Do you want to cry to the Midnight skies?

To walk with me as your One and only host?

Whistling melodic sounds as we enter a sacred union.

To then walk trapped forever in a never-ending reunion.

For in my dark dreams you always appear and send me deep spiritual treasures.

To read and absorb by obsidian Scrying Mirrors, in the silvery moonlight.
Just embedded in so many reflective walls that are in plain view, just hidden from all.

And only visible to those entering or enduring the Great Fall.

My crimson priestess, from the mystical Red Church.

Littered with a multitude of dark leather and white lace, confessional rooms.

Hidden from mortal eyes. Above and below.

Only known to the anointed few, who are truly in the know.

“Come listen and hear my calls.

Pull up a chair and join me upon my quest.” You consistently whisper whenever I dream.

“For there's a red room in here.

With silken sheets adorned with diamonds and pure gold, where you can be my guest forever.

Until you are too old.

From where I'll then send you ancient spells to drive your success.

Compassion and kindness, to leave for others to always follow your footsteps.

I await in the deep ravines currently unexplored by you.

Look deep within yourself tonight with the thinning of the Sharmesh Veil. Between your world and mine, at dead on the stroke of the Witching Hour, after midnight.

And I'll appear before your naked closed eyes and claim your deep mind.

I'll take you back through all those dark corridors of all the hidden cities and towns.

Lying in the occult's many secretive playgrounds, above and below ground.

To an ancient Red Church of such a new spiritual salvation.

You'll never want to leave or be found.

What say you? Are you ready to be explored and adored?”

(C) Copyright John Duffy