Pained and longing
searching for truth,
I hear it whispered
through thunder, rain,
and dark forests deep.
Ambling shadows
at the edge of worldly vision
seek me out...
speaking memory,
sharing wisdom.
A black flame lit path
descends towards
seven gates.
To worlds beyond,
forbidden and forsaken.
A ghost pale hand
reaches from the depths
of an inborn void
pulling my spirit,
showing me the way.
Illumination of new beginning
long foretold
by a decade lost friend.
Despair not my teacher,
for my heart has listened well.













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