Follow me young prophet,
That we may join...

The world spins,
Leaving clouds of stars...

I feel. I fear. I pray.
The pleas for mercy from the two grasped hands...

The heart dangerously slows,
The mind clouded by vast realities of life...

The sound rings once.
The mind dashes to the phone and swiftly the rough...

His fingers burn across the pearl-inlaid wooden...

My heart beats faster as I ponder my intentions.
The surge of thoughts and possible outcomes spread...