The Wizard, swiftly, mentally signed,
Opened a door to dreamtime, with his mind,
He knew now what he must do,
For, he needed all the Magick he could muster,
From Faerieland, Nether, Middle and Otherspace, good and evil too,
For even bad Magick can be tapped, it has some of the power,
To do good, rather than turn all good things sour!

(To explain, tis said the road to Hell is paved with good intention,
As explanation, I thought I should give it a mention.)

So…. He floated through the door, into the everything, that is this dreamline,
To the exact junction of all the dimensions borders,
Waiting…..Waiting for the exact time……
Then it came…
His window of opportunity, never, would it come again,
And as it is with nature,
His essence stretched and grew in stature,
Til, in his minds eye,
Nothing, in the whole of his conciousness could hide, even if it should try,
He began to intone,
Began to feel the strain, the boundaries of different spaces, with pressure groan,
Gained heart,
When he could see the golden cable only a frac…tion apart,
That….Was the sign….
Now…..Now, is the time!
He raises each hand…..
Carefully weighing the powers in each, like millions of grains of shifting sand,
Feeling the intricate currents of space,
As they tingled the whiskers on his face…..
Strained…..Until his whole being was aching…..
His very essence…..Close to breaking….
Til all the Magick….In Nether, Middle, Otherspace and Faerieland,
All was gathered, all was his….All His alone….and, with all this Power at his command….
Not just in Faerieland, …..But, in this whole dreamline….
Suddenly….…..Froze…..T…I…….M………….E!