original: My muse called Dark-Deamon

This piece is a representation of my muse, who is my “dark-demon” and the greatest love of my life, for he inspires and entertains me, endlessly.

This painting came to my mind together with a poem.

My muse called Dark-Deamon

In a barren church upon a gray dreary night,
I summon you, poisonous Dark-Deamon of mine.
For I yearn to indulge in the passions you incite,
Come forth and engulf me in your fiery dark mind.

Oh, divine Architect of my Castles-in-the-Air,
You often spin me such a delightful tale,
Turning chores and duties into a nightmare,
For I desire naught but to be trapped in your snare.

You made me queen and king and emperor of my dreams,
Beggar, thief and urchin of your streets.
Aliens and deities, or even greater extremes,
I have experienced it all, in your nightly treats.

So when the time comes to draw my final breath,
On my lips, I’ll have this one last request:
Oh please Dark-Deamon, take me to my everlasting death,
With one last inspiring adventurous quest.

— Mathia Arkoniel