This is without doubt the hardest phase for he … the traveller
As a threshold looms on the trail
Sacrifices stand to be made whatever choice he takes
A feeling of desolation and deepest dread course through him
As he reviews the inevitable …
The choice arrives soon
Ahead the widdy
A thunder filled sky hangs overhead
As he senses the culmination of many spells
This is to be judgement day!
He spies the Abyss and falls to his knees
The cause of the storm hangs overhead
A ghastly presence rises from the darkness
The lurker has made its escape
… and now seeks him ….
Acid spills onto the sand
Corybantic screams taunt him
As the product of his careless spells approaches him
A cloud of madness threatens to consume him
He will go insane under the umbrella of maniacal regret …
He is doomed
There is no saviour in sight … not this time
To escape he must chance the threshold
And leave life’s love far behind
Because beyond he knows is a fast lifting vibration
A swift current to lead him far away
Never to return to that haven …
What they share shall be lost
As he attempts to breach the growing rift
But as sure as he will ascend, so the earth on which she stands … will descend
He will not be able to return
As the ancient forces recruit him
And the veils of concealment fall away
That which was obscure shall be seen
For it could not be in plain view within that shore
The sacrifice had been made
But … lifting currents once resumed …
Shall lead him back into the ranks of the ancient ones
… and that is the reality he most fears
Whereas before he could hide away
He could be obscure … a pauper
Once that threshold is crossed
That life can never be again …