Breath

I feel your breath
Against my neck
Your presence a void
A whirlpool drawing me down
Your footsteps sound
Soft menace at my back
Ritual rhythm rises
As your spell takes hold
I twist in the wind,
Air too thick to breathe
Your magic ensnares me
An unfamiliar touch
From familiar hands
You stand before me,
Gentle pressure against my chin
Raises my eyes to yours
No insecure modesty visible
In your distant, arrogant face
From dreams I wake
Gasping, disorientated
My masque disrupted
Silence shattered by
My own harsh breath
Visions dance before me,
Words of denial trapped within.
This cannot be
Who you have become.
In my mind resounds
A plantive refrain
The voice young and afraid,
"Never has the Tower
Been so real before."
_{- entry taken from Princess Darinae's journals, written during the year 909 PT}