There is a darkness impeding the restless twilight sky,
And I'm slipping off the path not seen by every eye,
Fear casts its line and my concern begins to bite,
What travels led you here, oh seeker of light?

Rotating across the landscape, the shadows dance,
They seek a partner, but I do not take that chance,
Their mouths speak the words I've heard before,
Oh bright one, would you please join us on the floor?

Winds howl and mists surround us like heavy drapes,
While I peer out with my eyes to plan an escape,
But their hands are relentless in their pursuit,
And they grip my arms to stop my route,

Wayward individual, you will join us on the floor.
Their mouths speak the commands I?ve heard before,
The gnawing feeling of fear, wakes me up with a start,
And I realize it was but a nightmare as I grasp my heart...


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Chronos, in the year 669 AF.