Summer's Twilight

Habits forged by swords of ennui are cradled once again by the impartial stone which heralds the Kingdom of the Fool. Swirling mist (a magic that I alone have summoned) caresses the ancient majesty of crepuscule. The sun wholly set, I meditate on the euphony of the opal moon. Beckoning from the ramparts of the Daimon’s stronghold, the dawn of new challenges and strife confronts me. I respond with an all too knowing smile. No longer fearing the fray, my smile remains bright as the flaming pitch of consciousness pierces the glorified vaults of heaven.