BURNING THE 7th CIRCLE

Colours seep through the walls of perception and fill up the night. The doors open and time and space are rendered irrellevant. Light streak past with lines of bright yellow and red. Voices mingle and entwine. Music moves mortal flesh in a timeless dance that no one can understand, only experience. He hit leaves on his way home. Let him be.

He moves across his men like a spirit torn from the confines of flesh. Observing, watching, hinting but never commanding. While fires burn tradition, some embers fail to ignite but continue to inspire and change mortal lives from beyond the barriers.