Seven people gather for a party; a storm outside, they ignore the signs – a ravens call, a frosted step, a broken bough.
It always leads
me here, leads me to your door.
The wild and windy night that the rain washed away,
Has left a
pool of tears crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here, let me know the way.
Born again, the circle calls to arms. Destiny speaks,
and the Dream is reborn.
Who will betray whom this time?
Don’t
leave me waiting here, lead me to your door.
More information
on this session here:
- an Age of Aquarius short story – A Dragon’s
fire
- video footage now available
- a summary of session available soon
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