. 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..