A Dark Passage

"There's a place I like to hide, a doorway that I run through in the night..."    
 
Geoff said it best, a refuge for lucid rest.  
    A place where thoughts grow and the conscience flow. Where shadows molest the heavy air, in search of corporeal substances never there. This place, our minds manipulate stars, our reach extends through physical bars.
 
    We are the shapers of dark and light, and it's the echo of the abyss that beckons me this night. From Edgar to Sylvia, on to Lordhark_39, the magic preserves remnant that transcends time.
    
     As my perilous journey fades to black, with abandoned notions for a way back. I hope to see some of you along the way, our paths crossing in mass array. We no doubt toil in this sacred art, to achieve enlightenment not for the faint of heart.
  
     So onward my fellow writers of mystical wonder, of your work is indeed, a joy to ponder..