Mycelium Coffin

The Boy: Thoughts slow To almost nothing. No longer my own. I am losing something. Control of my mind, And over my body, It all keeps on slipping, My grasp, it is rotting. The wraith in my mind, It’s voice is suffocating, My thoughts and my life, Are now intertwining. How long can I last, This eternal torture. I shall not be drained, Of my last drop of vigor. Balthor: Boy, thou are mine now. We are the same, One creature at last now. I’ll give thee my name, Now we are together, trapped in thine mind, I find this a pleasure. Balthor are we, Now entwined together. One name have we, No more shall I waiver.