.
.
These wrought iron dreams
won’t bend in the wind anymore.
Unleashed immortal magick mimics death
within the hazy orb of crystal,
while the wizard stands motionless in the corner.
Darkness subdivided as his metamorphosis neared
completion.His dark black wings dried slowly
in the diffused moonlight.
My hands trembled as blood curdled up
the grimacing face of the moon,
an ungodly scream sent shock waves through
the unmolested silence. I left
the room. My unraveled nerves recoiled
at the touch of darkness.
The wizard pointed at me as I asked–
if I could continue the dream..
