Vikti

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