Whispers in the dark

Fire burning in my heart.
Beating like a pagan drum
Boom boom boom boom boom.
Star fire burns above my head

In the velvet sky like tine candles.
Breath leaves my body in a steady stream of dragon smoke.
Thunder screeches like metal swords.

Long jagged swords. Night blooming flowers seem to dance before my dazzled eyes as the cool breeze rushes over the sea of grass.

Bats dart through the deathly night. Performing their own air ballet. Bewilderment. Frenzied whispers. Erratic behavior. All intoxicating like a drug.

Spices of the orient flood the air and incense smoke twist into emerald and amethyst dragons, Breathing their brilliant fire into the sky.

The breeze grows fierce and pulls at the hem of my white dress. The sweetest singing fills my ears and I no that I am home