Dull afternoon sky
The sun is setting
I awake to the grey, heavy mist
The wind howling through
I feel ill
Convulsing I spew black vomit onto the floor
I see her disfigured face in the reflection for a moment
Was she real
Staggering away to the farthest corner
A room I’ve long forgotten bares the aura
Dark crimson silhouettes there in black
Cauldron hot
My Sabbath
My Witches Sabbath
He orchestrates them
Howling chants to the wind
Without thought nor purpose
I enter what lies within
Bones broken and bent over
I lie within
A last glimpse of my fragile body disappearing down
The room has gone quiet, the witches and the goat no longer here
There she is, she has risen where I died
Still so beautiful, is she mine?
I hold her once
Endless ecstasy in the wake of each still moment
Collective soul mistress of my dreams
Her beauty my everything
I’ll go peacefully knowing she’s mine
In a dream I once thought life to be the fantasy
Memories of space and time
So weightless I am walking upon the clouds of a dense forest
How high to ascend, enormous imperial eagles sear through the sky
Reaching the highest temple, tall golden statues glisten in the radiant sun
Where the eternal souls truly reside
Ripped back down through the clouds, I brace for impact