In fantasy anything is possible
And so I make believe
That there is an omnipotent god
So that I might act as adversary

To start with I look pretty cool
Anti-imperially slim
The black and silver of a Kiss costume
A cap with an impossibly long pheasant feather

All my actions are just for show
The intricate gestures
The opulent dark decor
The small but spectacular destructions

I am heedless of the innocent
Whom I construe as collaborators
With The Tyrant
To them I cause wanton but not permanent injury

And yet I am tormented and torn
I do not waver in my enmity
To The Great Forbidder
But I doubt myself even in a dream

This is no dream but an act of will
It’s okay to impose will on an unbidden illusion
But this is cheating
Another opportunity for regret