"North South East West/ Upon the powers I call/ This line I draw upon my breast/ This circle I draw on the wall/ I call upon to manifest/ The power deep down within/ I call upon to manifest/ A portal to another dimension/ Here I wait patiently/ to see a match between/ here I wait for to come to me/ what I see in my dreams/"
The feminine voice softly speaks the words of the poem with the same soft gentle quality that the candle light caresses the walls of the room. The walls of the room are covered with drawings that look like they were drawn with charcoal. A touch of color here and there help to break up the gray drawings of people, places, odd symbols and what looks like creatures of some sort of benevolent nature. Although here and there are the eyes of creatures that do not look to be graceful.