The mist merging, forming in this world reality
The old ones granting the mage the energy, the force
Blending with his intention ... giving it thought, giving it mortal reality
With the scene firmly locked in his mind, he stands and thanks each stone in turn
Ending the ritual, moving back to this world ...
Holding the image, finding peace within his sacred space
Remembering the feelings of the past, energy from forgotten ages
Regrets from powers lost and abilities never to be regained
Fearful a turning has been taken which is wrong ...
Extract taken from "Summoning What Is To Come" written by Matthew James September 2003