What lies beyond the veil in my mind? Dare I even venture a guess? Five of them--scattered about here and there. Are they calling? The full moon is coming; I can feel myself starting to detach from mind and body. The leaves haven't started changing yet they look blood red. I'm spinning in the center of a stone circle build years ago. The rush of power from it is amazing. They keep singing; keep dancing: Repeating 'goodbye, goodbye, goodbye'. Am I scared? Not. Worried? No. Flesh is not holding me in anymore. Waxing moon bright rising in the East. Damning fire setting in the West, alone; it carries me away. I feel the sound. I am the sound. I scream, of anger or desperation? No sound. Do I wish for death? I cannot have it even if I wanted. They come in the night. My dreams are being infected. Now not even the charms and spells can help me. Ink stained paper in shades of blood red spattered against a white wall with nothing more than the mountains stretching to the ocean. I am there, but I am here. What good will come of this? The circle is to strong for me. I exit to the South: my skin burns. Falling to my knees I see the pilar in the distance. They call still? Impossible. The crystals--they all speak. The moon is blinding me even when sheltered behind cloud and earth. Do not fear and do not freat. Will it hurt? Only a little. I turn: he is standing behind me. I curse, then blink; back into shadow I chased him. The hemlocks and holly's are laughing. I seek their guidence. Stick it out. The darkness is rising; the ocean's are trumulent. My blood is on fire; the humanity is fading. I am in a tunnel. No, I am through the tunnel and driving along the starlight soaked road that sears the mountain range. I see them always in the distance. The moon is sinking. The earth is screaming. The blood is pouring. The rage is flowing. The bond is on fire. The darkness is rising. I cannot now enter a circle. I cast a spell, I banish the circle--but I am forever left to see their faces in mine. I am them, and they are me. I run away from the stone circle that was forged so many years ago. Its very outer rim scattered to the years. Tears in my eyes, hate in my heart: and yet loving every moment. The darkness is rising again. Blackness will swallow me? Dare I let it take me again? I cannot. But fighting...it's impossible, no? I wish not for death--I would not get it even if begged for. One last incantation and then the night fell. The task is done. Where does my soul now lie? I can see the mountains. I can feel the ocean. I am drowning. Drowning.