“she walks away”

Her name is Esaly and she walks through
A world caught between waking and dream.
Magic pulses through the earth and the sky,
And she is the prophetess of dragons.

I first saw her across the chasm of dream
Walking through her abbey’s gates in robes white,
Straw-blonde hair blowing right in the wind;
And she looked back a last time as she went.


Prologue :: dream :: she walks away

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