Ancient rites invoked.
A faint voice whispers.
It calls, conjures, summons...
A being lays silent, resting, deep in the darkness.
Ears hear, even as the distance and time so great apart...
A name is uttered.
It makes its way down to the depths...
The voice falls upon ancient ears, then silence.
Silence grows, eyes opening to the call...
Eternally still waters shift, ancient dust stirring.
A breath is heaved into existence, so so the return aproaches...
Reappearing hence, heralding what foul fate, or glorious destiny?
20-Mar-2008 03:37:53