The Rift
Dispel the myth
with a trip
inside my head.
Your every word
a golden gift
As bright as read.
To all and all
a spell is born
with you at the helm
My fears abound
and darkness clears...
You show me a way to another realm.
Copyright © Luke Kenneth Casson Leighton | Year Posted 2006
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