Passing through the portals,
Closing oak doors.
Under the canopy of branches,
From times long past.

I feel,
As I fall in the sand,
Time poisoning the mind.
I'm falling down,
The age carving a statue,
On a future grave.

From staves,
And a myriad of lines.
The force and magic leaves
Through hundreds of worlds.

I'm running away, but not from reality ...

Dreams
Encased in stone.
A wonderful region is in flames
Of the setting suns,
And eternal moons.

I'm running away to where I am ...

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