There amidst the shadows, where night does follow, insidious in malevolent pursuit – my darkness breathes. For in the light and half light, before the darkness but after the break of dusk – she calls my name.
I go now to that place once more – beyond the sun and before the dawn. Lead by whispers and blind to that which surrounds me.
Cut loose and drifting, in tides, I am carried upon the ebb of sallow tones while crossing, until I float amidst ashen skies. I soar, bound by sapphire, then plunge in crashing descent, as would an eagle when to its prey.
And still she calls, my Dulcinea, this fairest lady who would my heart do plunder. Her voice is as silk, hand woven and from the finest thread, her touch as tender as spring.
In quest I venture, crossing wide plains of olive meadow, pierced with golden stars and buds of cotton. I pass mercurial glides reflecting rainbow to the heavens, and to the horizon, a hem of quilted peaks, each unique and yet the same.
My heart beats with the rhythm of marching feet as in rise of malevolence, beyond the living and before the dead, comes the malicious stench of evil. Here my lady waits for me, her cries whispered to the heat of Wyvern breath.
Gnarled boughs, withered and broken, stretch in hindrance and restrain … And within their crowd, my love – lost to hope and spirit gone, shackled to endurance and pallid in refrain.
In final charge as now I tilt, in honour of her name, in chivalry with bursting heart, to end the shadows reign.
Now ends this quest, two souls entwined, lost to time and freed by the joy of coupled hearts.
The skies sink to obsidian shades while burned from dragon’s kiss – and then gone.
Dim the light in morning pale as gone the night and dreams.