by Nick Gisburne
The shadows twist together, smooth and slick
They writhe and ripple, rivers of the mind
Forgotten dreams, too slippery, too quick
Are buried by the world he leaves behind
Unsettled by the weight of what he knows
His powerful potential rakes the skin
The mastery of magic will expose
A dark, disturbing wonderland within
The greys are gone, the colours bake and burn
And all before this moment falls to dust
He longs to fight, to sacrifice, to learn
The shadow magic given to his trust
The spells are strong, yet these are but the first
How long before his hands release the worst?
