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Into a sphere of crystal--
there the future seen.
Here, see mine, dark and unclear.
Visions--
blurred like spots before my eyes.
Spots that are labeled
cruelty infects my blood--
the future unseen,
slowly it spins into darkened emptiness.
Even cloistered shadows fall
onwards across once sun burnt fields.
These hot summer nights
when the wind hardly blows
amidst the night fired landscape.
Storm fronts march on,
Lightening bellows;
it streaks across the sky like spindly fingers of ghosts
that haunt savagely the ruins.
Nothing like those crystalline dreams.
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My fasination with "Labyrinth" manifested itself into this poem, though not directly talking about Jareth and Sarah, "Into a sphere of Crystal..." suggest that I'm refering to Jareth and his crystal. And how, "Nothing like those crystalline dream," is remiscent of Sarah's experiences.
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