The shaman went, to the land of the dead. The sorcerer, beside him, flies buzzing round his head. Two fauns sat, witness, at the foot of the bed...beautiful creatures, of their kind, watching...
The shaman stared in her sea green eyes, her mate obliged to 'wonder why'? With deep respect, in the shaman's mind, he only 'thought', I mean no harm.
He turned, to see the sorcerer's light, as it entered him...sending him back, to the land of life, where he suffered many and many years on, but prays to return to that 'wond'rous' place, again.
"We do not die. We change", he said.
"We do not die. We change", he said.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016, at Deming, New Mexico
Art: fauns gamboling in the forest, by Leopold Franz Kowalski
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