A soft voice speaks!

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I

Santiago de Delletoro

The First Torchbearer

See you all like lost little people 

In my ancient obsidian scrying mirror

A mystical treasure now forever lost to humanity 

Men and women

Merged with essences of Light and Darkness at different levels

Some dearly loved because of it and some truly hated

With opinions that are so well calculated and littered with extreme profanity

And what many of you do not know

What you are all oblivious to

Is that a delicious scent of your life

Lingers all around you

Like an expensive perfume

As I from in here

Watch in this very small diamond encrusted room

Its tantalising aroma seducing fragrances 

Always prompt me

Encouraging me to reach out and touch

But it's against the unspoken rules 

For so many of you may start to love me too much 

And even though it's something truly spectacular 

Upon which to dearly clutch

Throughout my many adventures out there

On Mother Earth

I've found people are so quick to judge

I met Morpheus so late one night at The Taven

And he told me

He too was afraid of love

Froze

When the red spotlight caught his undulating dreamlike shadow

In the early morning fluctuating rainbows

At the intersection of Earths barriers and the Great In-Between

In the shallow hours

When his powers were growing weak as the living world

Slept and the portals opened

For once silent voices to speak

A wild spirit called Rosella

Roaming the demilitarized zone

Chased him down demanding a joining of souls

All he had to do was pay the toll and the sprite would take total control

Morpheus is beside me now as I talk

Oh what game 

He escaped by scattering some Dyllo powder and using a purple orb.

I don't think we'll be back to drink at the Lost Souls Taven for a least a week 

For we both heard that sprite was asking around

Using his hidden first name

Talik

Well

Until the next time for I must be going

The suns nearly up and my host is about to wake

I'll be seeing you all and watching

And if you hear a whisper before your sweet eyes close

Just know it's me

Santiago de Delletoro

The First Torchbearer

The world's most notorious ghost

Always watching your world spin

Through his black scrying mirror

Copyright John Duffy