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Based on a dream I had about the dark, elusive "Reaper of Autumn".

As I breathe, the world is transformed. It writhes and flickers, warps in velvet. A kaleidoscope of doubt and mirth Scattered haphazard over linear fools. And fools they might be

Back where the skytide shatters its last Against the shadow of the silver door Back where the hornglows flutter beamingly As Fire and Brimstone Is where I'll wait Until I can wait no more.

His form of ashes drifts among the sails He is their light - he dances in his half-forgotten radiance And lands among the twisted spindle wax. Never frowning, never caring -

I could smell the heat. As it surrounded me Your breath, like honey Drowned out the din. I could taste the fire. As it captured me Your neck, like ivy Curved around mine.