• I feel the darkness heave upon me,the cold and still of endless night.
    I greave these long and silent hours, I crave the next days light.
    In this endless void of black, I see a light none the less.
    A shining hope in nothing, a passing star at best.
    But when I approach this single light, I see words and a man.
    The man slays a dragon, by raising just a hand.
    The words play his story, from beginning to the end.
    I find myself in magic, again and again.