Running in Shadows

To the mountaintop he must fly Already halfway there For the beast awaits his arrival Calling him out loud and hard He stands intimidating Proud and gloating A show of power This soulless prowler Luring him deeper Under its spell Trying to wrap round Get that final hold But this night is different The tables

Manifesting

Traveling by flight Alone in a dream High above the clouds Far from the sea To a field she came to land As the breath of a breeze Mist-shrouded forest surrounds Obscuring the castle keep Sensing his energy Vibrating at low frequency Underestimating his needs Born of pure wondering Searching for truth The whole of

Inner Realms

It’s that fleeting moment when you hang in the balance; no longer awake, not fully asleep. Where reality and fantasy enmesh and become one; and you know with clear certainty, in the deepest most secret recesses of your soul that what you thought was only a dream, was actually your truth… © jillterry

The visit

He could see how tired she was, that day he happened upon her alone in the café; and though he purposely took his thoughts elsewhere, ignoring her completely, he knew from her body language that he’d once known so well, there was something amiss; and he couldn’t help but wonder what was going on in

Memory Holes

My mission was clear, determined in the hours preceding my slumber. A journey must be made in order to obtain the necessary information to formulate my plot. And so under the cloak of darkness, when my body and mind were at rest and the door to world’s unknown lay open and waiting, my spirit took