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Shrouded in paranormal mist
Are strange, mysterious vortices –
Portals to branch universes
Where rapt interdimensional
Denizens raise chills on napes of
Dreamers’ pale, unsuspecting necks;
Where breathless awareness bristles
In silent, prayerful pleas offered
Of devoured skepticism;
To feed on visceral fears of
Those awakened in blinding black,
Clanking sounds to a heart stopping thunderous roar,
restless spirits yell out in desperation and confusion,
locked away in a tomb without any windows or doors,
searching for answers while lost in mindful illusion.

Bewildered in the dark stillness the air turns cold as ice,
words can never express the feeling burning in the heart,
love, hate, power, and greed for which we pay the price,
for the depth of our conscious is what sets us each apart....



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