The peculiar mind, He said

A strange partner.

What’s so peculiar? I do not understand
Your poems make no sense,
You live in fairyland.
“May i have your hand?” He asks,
As he sets his array of identities and masks.

His peculiar mind he fails to grasp,
His peculiar mind that makes horrible impact.
His peculiar mind that attacks,
feeds, growls and acts.

He uses bay leaf in his spells,
Can’t he see himself locked in these cells?
I need to perform to break his shell,
But when i refuse he breaks and yells.
Here lies the soul of his peculiar mind,
Where he perishes, and dwells.
Where to quench his thirst, he prays to an empty well.

From my heart I ring bells,
Calling for him to come.
The silence in my heart, swells, swells, swells.
Alas, he does not, Hence i say my farewells.