Dragoncaller (dragoncaller) wrote,

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The sky is filled with planets

Magic burns the back of my nose as I breath deep the cold, November air. Crisp leaves flitter like bats across the moonlight, playing with my splayed fingers that are busy conducting an invisible orchestra complete with massive African Drums, fitting as I boil away in a cauldron of blood. I gasp on the steam, mixing the ice and boil within me.

The moon, so bright, only the most defiant stars dare shine.

The river Styx flows through my ears as Tommy Shaw discovers the Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I sing to the constellation of Orion, my voice echoed by the black, shadowy trees.

Water drips from my arm, silver in the light, as I reach for the control to turn on the hot tub's jets.

Seriously, ya'll need to come down here.
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