Portals of the Magician

I heard my name.

I walked through a portal.

It was an invisible portal.

The night forest was alive.

I had friends with me

But I felt so alone.

A man was calling my name.

His voice was raspy.

But I was enchanted.

I wanted to see him.

I wanted to know him.

He wanted to show me superb things.

I walked with my friends

Under the pale moonlight.

They wanted to go home.

I wanted to see him.

I know he wanted to see me.

We could not look beyond all the arborvitaes.

We did not know where we were.

We only followed the brick road

Which was covered in dry blood.

I saw the gothic mansion before us.

I heard my name again.

I walked through a portal.

It was an invisible portal.

The main hall was bright red.

I had friends with me

But I felt so alone.

A man was calling my name.

I saw him facing us at the bottom of the stairs.

My friends were scared.

But I was curious.

After all, the mansion looked stunning.

Everything was steampunk.

I stared adoringly at the man.

Who are you?

Where am I?

Why did you call me?

I was hypnotized by his magic.

I heard my name again.

My friends tried to wake me.

I walked through a portal.

It was an invisible portal.

I was in a new room.

There was no furniture –

Only a fireplace.

My friends were not with me.

But the man was.

Same magician who was calling my name.

I looked around the empty room

And visualized furniture.

It became a bedroom.

I manifested that.

This astral world became my second reality.

The magician became my energy.

I was God of my new reality.

We walked to the bed

Where I was calling his name.