"Billowing white mists hang over frost shattered peaks,
Dawn light casting shades of deception over the lowly valleys
A lone eagle escaping the cloak of ice which captured the lands
and holds all its subjects in a deadly rapture ...
The soul is free
following the thermals in a sacred spiral
higher and higher
Into the warmth of the life giver
Safe in the light
Receiving the returning memories
The realm of the earth lands fading
The clammy touch of the white mists gone ... now"
Extract taken from 'The Legacy' written by Matthew James September 2003
