Vast and vibrant
Fields of snow are slowly fading into nothingness
Dancing snowflakes
Each so logical and perfect, see—no more, no less
Whipping winds blow cold
And the barren sky of grey is turning dark
Oh, how I want to know
What awaits beyond horizon
But the cold is stark
There's nowhere I can go
Lucid melody is rising from the snow
To give way to soul that pries in lies
Of ice
I'll follow you through the eye of the storm
Tongues of lightnings caress me with torment and yearn
For two souls that are bound to be same again
In ashes and flame
August 28, 2019
I. The Magus
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