The sorcerer is the explorer, the revealer of what's hidden, of the secrets.
   He or she dreams the forbidden dreams
   What is banned, what is kept
   Nothing is kept from the prying eyes of the Sorcerer
   His secrets are like flowers opening, gushing blood
   Blood is her milk, sweet and full
   Roses stabbing, thorns pushing softly at your skin
   Cold fire, hot ice pushing down your throat

      Timothy Joyce 2010




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