In a twinkling of an electron
You are transported there,
Into a virtual cyberlair
Of beasts lying in wait,
Where nothing is as it seems,
Role-playing dangerous games
In a forest primeval, wandering
In a dark wood of anonymity.
Your real identity is hidden,
Concealed by a clever nickname,
And you are assured no restrictions
Apply in this doomed paradise
Of primitive enchantment, grandly
Roamed by those whose black dreams
Are evil in search of violent means.
You stand at the gates of virtual Hell
And feel you are free, unchained,
Uninhibited by civilized restraints,
Fair game for distorted behavior,
And lascivious acts of perversion,
That those here are involved in their
Wildest, darkest fantasies of desire,
Acted out on the stage of imagination.
Here, there's abandon to secret urges
That run amok, unchecked as you
Witness sexual depravity in castles of old
With dungeons for demented demons who
Stalk their naive prey relentlessly until
It escalates and veers into surreal
Exhibitionist extremes -- such vices
Luring you into this twisted palace
Where your own primitive desires
Are aroused as you watch victims
Succumb in a rush of release
To the wild beasts that lurk
Hidden, forbidden in this cyberlair.
Then in a twinkling of an electron
You return to reality at your computer,
And wonder if your imaginary trip
Into the realm of humanity's
Dark, primordial feast of fantasy
Was wrong, a plague in disguise?
It's only a mind-game
-- You tell yourself--
Yet somehow you feel tainted
By the intimate touch of evil,
And you sadly realize the beast lives
Among us, not confined to cyberspace,
For it dwells within everyone --
And walks the streets everywhere.
