Words floating…….Beyond…
Beyond even Netherspace…Beyond Nethergate ….

He heard the words in the Twitch’s voice through Freddie,
In a whisper now….trailing away…“Concentrate….
Concentrate….”
His first thought…Was it an echo of what had just gone before?
Before all the shaking….Before The leader had come to his door?
Then….He stood…
So…Still for a moment, as if he were made of wood….
Eyes glazed…
Yet…Thoughts fleeting so fast, as if he were half crazed.
Then…Certain scenes, picked, selected,
Assembled in a mental folio, all collected,
In a flash….Too fast to say,
Spliced and joined, all ready for re-play,
Then…When through all he had cruised,
Seen all and perused,
He mentally signed,
Reinforced the block to all outside his mind….

The leader was surprised,
Never, had he witnessed such a complex mind which comprised,
A mental wall that he couldn’t breach,
Never before had he found a mind he couldn’t reach,
His immediate thought….It could put him at a disadvantage,
If the good wizard found his rage,
The biggest secret he had ever kept,
Though, now his methods of keeping it seemed inept.
His only hope he realised, was misdirection,
Or all would be lost, all his personal plans of insurrection,
That until now, had left Faerieland’s future, foreseen and forlorn,
For HE had helped her escape, the menace that is…The Witch of Greythorne.

Though…No secret was this deception,
To the one who no-one would even dare to mention,
The one other,
Who is to all, mother, father, sister and brother,
Sat upon a dragons back,
Even as we speak, gliding though space, Amridians cluster, gas clouds and Coal Sack,
From one dream’s dimension through another,
Soaring on psychic currents, at a speed so much faster than light,
To Faerieland, Nether, Other and Middlespace, to relieve their plight……

While……..

With creaks of old leather, the dark army now, more supple, less starched,
With clattering of rusty swords on shields, nearer and nearer to Faerieland marched,
With one golden thread cut, Faerieland’s equilibrium is now out of kilter…It weakens,
Faced by mortal danger, as the hand of annihilation now threatens,
And as all forces both good and evil, on this place converge,
With dreamtime now off the scale….
How can this magical but fragile land survive the surge?……....