Evil acts implied beneath
the surface of it all.
Enchanted runes, magician's spells,
the scent of lurking danger.
Violent detonation of the dark and hungry powers
dwelling deep within the swell of rushing waves of time.
And then they fell into the pit of their emotions.
Moans and screams - the nightmare dreams
itself into their minds. Reality is altered
as they falter in the concepts of the soul.
Within the pain, a speck of light.
Hidden in the imagery, their spirit's flight
is drawing them back home...
? Michaelette ?
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Take me home . . .