Distended into realms yet unforgiven.
A masterpiece of murder and of vice.
Dark, the hour. Fay, the power.
The magus took deliverance in flight.
Chaotically attuned to other worlds.
Living in a mist of mind too bright
Stretched too thin. He couldn't bend.
Covering the earth in heathen blight.
Deceptively, the sun had slithered through
deep waters of the life it had turned blue.
Cool and sweet, the deeper earthen hue.
Opening the grave that was his due.
A lightning flash. The worlds clashed.
Obliterating everything he knew...

? Michaelette ?

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