Down the Infinity Track

Just a little shy of the

Mountain-naked witch hour

She comes, full pelt,

Throttles locked wide open

As never before: headin’

For the tunnel that

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Children of the Fortress

Badwitch coming,

Burning down the skies,

On skirts of ragged green fire.


Badwitch coming,

Burning down the walls,

Carrying knowledge of

The dark gods deepest secrets;

Of the key that

Shouldn’t be turned.


We are children of the fortress,

Trembling, waiting;

Holding to the pebble truth:

It’s not what you take away,

But what you get to leave behind

That really, really counts.