The wings of darkness br enter my portal of solace br revealing to the inner me br the constellations of my dreams br where no mortal flies. br The harbinger of fate’s hand br is played out in the frigid vast br assumptions of ones thoughts br adds new food for the table br of our troubled lives. br The sentinel stillness br watches from the towers br with the guardians on mountains br of our choosing mind. br The labyrinth of energy br where our atoms are stored br may itself becomes an atom br of some large working store. br br 30 October 2009 br br Author's Note: br Please take this poem as a poets flight with fantasy and nothing more.