Flying soul

By: Jason Wadsworth

Somewhere in the haunted wood,
a mysterious ritual is chanted.

Though through her hut we can barely see,
a faint yellow glow surrounded by ice cold stone.

Smash the mirror of your physical being
Open your eyes and fly with me!

Soar through the fire that warms the soul and sears the flesh!

Dance with the sparks that brighten the darkened skies!

Smell the smoke that revives your buried memories.

And glance down longingly at the fire that was once a part of you...

Now heavenly bound, do you understand?

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