I remember.
Dark and darker rooms of no where real.
Of no where safe.
Where mists covered every realm.
Where daylight dissolved into devastation.
Suffering
Disbelief.
Overwhelming grief.
Of nothing to hold.
Of dreams shattering on floors.
A kaleidoscope of shifting, sinking sands.
Of falling.
Falling into cold, lonely lonely places.
Then came the raging winds of changing.
Came the all consuming breaker of dreams.
The re-arranger.
All is not as it seems.
In pain hidden doors became.
The shape shifter shifting in new days.
Away from grey.
Away from the way of permanence.
The slayer.
The reaper.
The heart keeper.
Purveyor of gifts.
Sat in her chair.
Boundless and eternal.
And I wept.
Came The Raging Winds
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