From Mystic Sands

Come my beloved rest long within the ethereal reaches of my haven within my sanctuary rest your wickedly disconsolate mind and so lay in repose absolve yourself in shadows cast for you renew yourself in the mist of my creation. Crush me with your suffering and your broken dreams and your histories and your deadliest deceptions those cunning slayers of all your hopes so as I cast spells from my dying contemplations my terrible meditations far West I can obliterate them annihilate their affect vanquish their theme. Envelope me in your angst in your sorrow and your grief as I lay dying behind black embers buried in the debris of my decaying magic ignite my cold conjurings into vivid imaginations into vibrant vagrancies impress upon me your utter depravities! Suffocate me with your inglorious sufferings that I might ever fixate on them ruminate their demise fashion my incantations while I sleep in the furthest reaches of my dread desolate world while I sleep in my secret realm that ancient city forged from mystic sands which drift far and wide far beyond the sphere of creations glorious cosmos.