Traveling through tunneled hallways
She swiftly lured him from the mental maze.
Safely within her chambers, she heard his tragic Terror
The Sorceress cast potions and elixirs into the air.
Spell spun in silence too sacred to share.
For healing would come and then he could declare
Victory over shadows, over-waged warfare.
To the powerful mesmerizing Burja
Francia
Michael A wounded Alchemist laid bare his despair.
At Battle with spirits, anxiety & drink
He stood at the edge, pulled back from the brink
Through incense & whispers, through her sacred care
He remembered his purpose, still buried in a dimpled stare.