That yearning cry that echoed in the distance. Helped me to escape to my Imaginary world. It held me safe in it's deepest depths-for awhile. Allowing me to dream, to dream of a place, a distant place Far from Harm. Where Mountains reached for the skies. Their shadowy reflections towered over lochs. With sheer cliffsides that fell to the brailing sea. With Puffins gliding indolently in the heavens. The magic sparkle of Purple Heather gently swaying in a soft breeze. Suddenly! An Invader. The chilly bite of Winter. The wind howling and whistling to a satanic tune, creating panic and demonic fear. Run, run blindly O'er hill and glen. With hair lashing and biting at my face, as if trying to get in. The Skies change from Molten Gold to Deep Black with a Blood Red Moon, It's time to leave this place, This imaginary world. IT'S NO LONGER SAFE.