Master's Chamber - pilgrim

In the master’s chamber

I was turned to stone

His words then dance like fire

And burned me away

Whispering the secret

Long sought after prose

He cast a spell upon me

And faded away

When I had awakened

I lay on the floor

My head was spinning madly

I couldn’t see

I stumbled to my bedroom

To rest my weary soul

Was the master real

Or was he a dream?