Vikti eyes reflect a glowing green pyramid, mind set still to await a spirits bid.
The words are not spoken, and I’m not sure you can hear over this. Though once I touched the sun and I felt Bliss.
The ether reeks of demonic ways, a trance that seems to last for days, fate has a habit of parting the ways.
Vikti casts a rune on the floor, to find out what was never known before. Guide us straight through these mists, as we explore.
Am I finding myself or finding you, and when I finally get there what should I do.
Pushing back the night, being a beacon of light. So now fight, or flight.
D Feb 2017