Timothy

Mind Game IX...

I am filled with a slithering, cold-scaled rage, one can
only hope for a rain storm...

when I am through, I shall reap the whirlwind and crush
any who dare stand in mine, or my loved ones way.. they
will feel what it means to be scattered to the winds,
doused in flame and fortunes ill luck itself shall cry...

and then.. when it's all said and done..

I shall sleep... sleep to dream...

dreaming of a girl..

with long red hair...

and eyes made of amber..

The mind plays tricks, the body heal wounds.

The game being what it is.

I have to wonder about the future.