Shafts of Dreams
The Phantom Queen comes through the night on the shafts of dreams, sliding in and out of consciousness. Sifting through skulls and skills, she makes her presence known all too well. She illuminates what I have tried to hide in the darkness and lets me know that it is not forgotten. She lets me know that the lesson has been learned and takes my hand as I unwillingly remember that which I am ashamed of. Her phantom face hovers above me as I sleep and she requires all to be silent as her red mist... Sign in to see full entry.