“Through the darkness of futures past/ The magician longs to see/ One chants out between two worlds/ Fire, walk with me.”
Harry, I have no idea where this will lead us, but I have a definite feeling it will be a place both wonderful and strange.
Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t airmail your bottom back to civilization.
Through the darkness of future’s past, the magician longs to see. One chants out between two worlds: “Fire, walk with me.”