FoxDeth

Lightning arcs the sky Its a sign to begin the ritual. Chanting starts to fill your head The words softly uttered, they speak to your heart They pull you in and remind you, of why you are here, why you are still thriving. Your mind spins, lost in the wave of power. This is your source, your always giving source. The compromise was simple. It takes nothing and gives you everything. If only you could see ; the strength it was sapping The mind it was stealing. The soul it was corrupting...