High atop a mountain
the wizards held
the keys
the cards, the missing
pieces
Wizards held captive:
the innocent mind readers,
the young tarot card dealers,
the fishes of dreaming,
And above their heads,
souls that had circled their fortress
waited for their release
for years
A thousand doves flew by one afternoon,
then away
as the clouds parted
No spell could stop them
no curse could turn the blue skies black
bigthanks to aphexious for the title