It comes only once, sweeping over you like a storm.
Pitch blackness swallows you whole, body and being.
Thrown into a world of pleasurable pain not sure what's come over you.
Visions of blurred furry, fiery winds of ice cold chills.
Nothing is ever what it seems in darkness, you can only see everything.
Feel the slow creep like vines up a wall, strangling life that was never really lived.
What is the place that has no meaning and the answers to everything?
Peaceful longing for what is never wanted.
Night of the Dragon
Dragon Heart Manor
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