The Door of Poseidon
~by Mr Dingo
There is some primal connection within the predawn.
That scant breath, a sliver of the cycle.
Betwixt two worlds, a bridge neither end fully tethered to the realm from which it spans.
The magic happens there, when the black water dances with golden fire.
The Sun strives to breach, unable to break the embrace of the Under.
The power of The Night Realm holds sway yet, relentless.
The agents of the Under raise their chant and power surges through the Realms.
This is the time to say the words, utter the verse.
As the force of the opposing realms reaches it's peak.
A Traveler may just, in that scant breath, may just open a path.
A door.
Poseidon's Door.
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