Aw, damn it, now I have to think of a poem. And try to not have a gimmick like the last three I've done. Which I might have failed at.
Sometimes I think of songs.
Of the power that binds you and me
Of an arcane land within a dream.
Where they sail on stars, waiting to die
With covens dancing around on high.
Our binding power, full of piercing light
Will guide us that night of our eastern flight.
Sometimes I think of songs.
