The Astral Plane

 

 

Its not A place With time But a place Were all Places and Things and beings are Intertwined Some say it Is an infinite room Within the Rooms of The infinite rooms of the endless universe were Dreams of The living And the dead Materialize for a spell in a life time And evaporate Waking up In another Sector of Its multidimensional Realms in the astral plane you could be a cloud and its companion wind or a sea and its flock of gulls a forest and its bird song a sun or a moon adrift into everything, there you are everything in one

 

 

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“The Dark One”

 

 

I was

Slowly 

Taking on

The 

Shadow

Form

the 

The shape

Of the

Night

A tree 

That 

Claws 

Behind

You 

Unnoticeably

Reaching

For your 

Feet

Thing 

That 

Darts 

Across 

The way

In a 

Dimly lit 

Open space

The 

Unknown

Figure

Standing 

And the 

End 

Of the 

Path

The

Soul 

Keepers 

Crackling

In the 

Deathly

Still, silent void 

Of the 

Night

Gastly

Echos

And 

Banshee

Whispers.

 

I am

The 

Darkness.

 

 

Blank Space

Enter
An
Obsidian
Room
Where
Nothing
But a
Single
iridescent
❀ flower
Blooms
Look into
It and
Find you
Touch
It and
All that
Emptiness
Begins
To evaporate
Into a flurry
Of butterfly
Leaving
Behind A
Porcelain
Canvass
A blank
State of
Mind upon
Which
You can
Colour
& create
Music
Or
Design
A structure
With
No shape
Its your
World
Your
Space
Decorate
It well
Decorate
It with
Anything
You like
Or love