It came to me in a dream.
There I stood facing the flame.
As it came I found a seam.
Through it I escaped only to find my self with such despair.
The invader I had chained was no demon.
He was me the me I would become.
I would resist his warnings and teaching in an attempt to remain a free man.
And I stood caged in my cell waiting for the time when I could change.
A time that would never come it would seem..
And when the storm came again.
There I stood watching myself vanish into the seam.
Leaving the demon to fight the end.
After all it was his purpose. Why he came.
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