We watch from above.
They spread false prophets,
They say we are evil.
Even though their proof is not concrete.
Some worship us,
While others fear us.
Some say we don’t exist or aren't real.
While others call people stupid for not believing,
They spread stories about how we have interacted with them.
We try to stay mysterious,
The two sides clash and try to prove each other wrong.
Only if they knew the truth.
Who are we? What do we believe?
No one will know the truth.

I once was a pirate, terror at sea
Sailed past all currents, tamed the fiercest beasts,
Kissed the wild waves, achieved unmatched feats
Mortals shivered, the o-cean; scared of me!

Cursed was I, heart a lock; needed a key,
Tasked to venture where even God retreats!
My crew fled- left to face my last defeat.
Drew my sword- if I were to die, Let be!

Long hours I searched, until at last, drew nigh
A maiden, one unlike I'd ever seen
Each breath, each glance drew me ever closer

Realised there was no key, it was a lie,
Drained my soul, to claim me was Death quite keen,
The Siren sang death, The pirate's wrath; over.

A shadow hums beneath my breath.
The sky forgets to tell the time.
She leaves me silence shaped like death.
A myth entombed in lucid rhyme.

My mirrored dreams of broken glass.
Each shard a doorway, and none the same.
I walk where all her echoes pass,
Her voice is stitched with ash and flame.

She hid a key in every frame,
Beyond the chords, in painted hymns.
I found her key and whispered her name,
Her morbid promise kept pulling me in.

Might God reside in a hollow space?
My questions hung from phantom nails.
A spiral wrapped in velvet grace,
My Searches meaning, they always fail.

She told me death can't be the end,
More like, its taught before we're born.
A stairway disguised past secret bends,
The path one takes when the soul is torn.

The body exists to shape the soul,
The form of matter we all outgrow.
She smiled beneath her final woe,
Then dressed the dusk in afterglow.

I felt her vanish just like a spark,
I felt her words ignite the void.
"Not every light gets buried in dark,
Not every pain is meant to destroy."

The walls still breathe in syntax lost,
she wrote in sighs I try to translate.
A gift that came with brutal cost,
To witness the pulse behind the gate.

The clock unwinds its hidden gears,
And time becomes a soft deceit.
I've listened past the weight of years.
A heavy truth walks without feet.

So, if you ever knock and I don't reply,
Don’t call it a curse. Don't cry or grieve.
Not every end means one has died.
Not everyone opens a door to leave.

Dreams can be unpredictable,
Messy, chaotic, fun, adventurous,
But when a person entereth thee realm,
You are yet amused and displeased.

What fires may ignite ahead?
Mysterious, brooding, off vibe,
I was approached by this man,
But as I looked up it was blurry.

So tis true, he is rendering in my realm,
Dreams landscape crafted to your tunes,
Perfected to your preference or your past life,
But when someone new enters, new places, new stories.

I was intrigued by this unknown creature,
Can it be a version of me or someone I meet in the future?
Dreams have a way to contact your subconscious,
And resurface those lost thoughts.

But something was odd, it didn't fit right,
Who was he, why was he here?
Was he searching for me? Near school, cloaked in a hoodie,
Outside classy, dressed in a black turtle neck and tailored pants.

You can haunt me with your presence,
But why come with that dark romance vibe,
I stray away from such abuse and torture,
If you want to stay, then don't be a part of that.

Couldn't see his face but I could feel his smile,
He called to me, did I fall into his shenanigans,
So be it, a new adventure for me in the dreamland,
Reveal yourself mystery man, I'm ready for new beginnings.

I feel animus, not hatred- but something untamed,
What warmth awaits beyond?
A character such comes with a backstory,
If I am bound to meet thee, know this- I'll be the one watching first.