The longer I Gaze into my reflection the more I see it looking back.
Dark eyes that pierce my soul and impale its formlessness to a great darkness beyond.
And further it reaches to an abyss of darkness.
The mirror is shattered, it reflects the broken pieces of my soul.
Through broken thoughts I know that this is where the kingdom lies
The spirits tell me that my soul is not broken...
it has been rearranged so that it may reach the kingdom of the twilight gods.
Through the darkness a luminous glow fades into view.
A derangement of the senses, clouding of my mind.
My sight sees so far it can hear, my thoughts speak so loud they’re not me.
Spirits guide the way through the illusory path.
Shades of green illuminate the way.
If I cease to believe in the strength of the spell the path will be gone and I will fall.
The path cannot be walked with clear thoughts.
Madness screams through frostbitten woods, through the reflection of time.
Ahh... I see the way, through the portal to the twilight gods...
through frostbitten woods, through the reflection of time.
And onward, the glow becomes a forest.
Here the path is unclear.
Then in my sight sits a god.
He stands entranced before me as a light that guides me.
But everywhere I turn he is there.
With every step forward He appears just before me.
As I continue to gaze at the image, I find I am looking into the moon,
and then a voice enters my soul,
"Take a step in any direction, it will always lead to the kingdom.
The Kingdom is one and always, but the path towards will always change."
Ahh... enshadowed, the kingdom is in my reach.
Ahh... their voices are my thoughts.
My sight sees so far it can hear.
My thoughts speak so loud they’re not me.
Stormwinds howl and blow spirits through my soul as I break through the tapestries of space.
Casting inward magic to reach the eternal kingdom.
And further my reflection stares back, reaching beyond,
through eternities of time I can see it looking into me as it realises itself through ill-omened eyes.
I find myself on the brick laid circle of the pentagram.
The archangels stand at corners, "choose whichever path, it will always lead to the eternal kingdom.
We stand at the five corners of your mind.
Beyond is the void, inside lies the kingdom."

But to travel whichever path is eternal?

"To travel any path is to never stand still."

The archangels guard five stairways, I choose to walk them all.
I am split into five.
Screaming down eternal runs through the waters of emotion.
Flying East towards the Spirit god runs tapestries of dreams, broken away from thought.
Towards the howling wind are shrills of memories forgotten.
They speak of life gone past and life that always will.
The guardian of earth darkens the way northwest with his staff of eternal magic.
The stairs are hard and form is broken and is rebuilt over and over again.
I am one, I am many, I bear witness, I observe, I change, I remain, I am the stone and I stand upon it.
The other is unbroken force.
Streaming currents flow through the veins of the stairway.
Rapid is the flow.
All lead down into darkness forever unknown.
All are eternal.
The breaking of my soul.
Breaking through the tapestries of broken unburdened space.
Floating through the centuries of eternal dreams of thoughts
and feeling memoriam streaming past the opal stones that glisten the nightshade palatial ether.
And further on I see myself divided more and more.
The five each break in eight to colour the tapestry of time with dark shades of languid thoughts.
And forever on it seems I stand witness as my reflection gazes into me.
Reaching further inward to my soul as it searches for the kingdom of the twilight gods.