We are the Drakhan ...
born of light and shadow,
creatures of mist and moonbeam,
riders of that fine line
between what is and isn't.
Amid candlelight and incense
we dream the universe.
Grasping the swallow's tail,
we stalk our own illusions
through the tangled undergrowth
of our mundane lives.
We reveal ourselves only to each other
in the flash of a blade or a smile
as the future unfolds like the petals of a rose,
our spirits evolving life after life,
until we reach the half-forgotten light
that haunts our waking dreams
and illuminates our sleeping lives.
By Darryl Riser
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