Tulpa

Upon retiring to my bed Thursday night,
A thought blossomed in the garden of my mind.
A creature I did visualize there by my side
With skin a soft and powdery periwinkle hue.
I crowned his head with golden curls
Pinned intermittently with crystalline baubles.
I painted his eyes a deep fairy green and
Graced him with fangs and a sultry pair of wings.
I imagined we were lovers as I drifted off to sleep...
Fevered night filled with teases and torments.
So well did I like this self induced bliss,
That it soon became habit, my little evening ritual.
I daydreamed oft to pretend that we shared
Our days and nights such as normal folk do,
Picnics by the lake shore and tv dinners for two...
By night, jaunts through the forest and old gothic halls.
Until, one morning I awoke with an unfamiliar start
To find my sanguisuge by the stove flipping pancakes.

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