The light blazes before me,

Pupils slit against the burn.

Wrapping around me, engulfing me,

In it's imperious flame.

It burns but I can't move,

I can't go away.

A figure materializes, and I

Advert my eyes, knowing the

Time has come.

The massive spirit hovers before me,

Gently calling my name,

Calling his lost sheep home.

My eyes finally can turn to face

The Creator, the One, and I

Once again am afraid.

He pleads with me to come, but

I cannot, I refuse.

Sadly he turns away, and

Casts me aside, and down I fall,

Into the smoking pit of