Nope, not Dreamfall. Here are all the clues together, plus a little bit more..
My artist 'friend' has a lofty space
much like his soul, all dark and sad
Not safe to stay, his anger's great
toward the strangers who strayed
and the ones who went bad
By apparition travel through this disjointed place
each linking node, a floating planet
begs the question is this in one space?
or to fragmented worlds am I banished?
So few of them left, but their touches here
will live on in stone for many year.
Love may lie dormant, and even cold
but she's not full dead, not gone quietly.
His love's music is fit to move the spheres
she has been talking too!
she has been following me!
Deep, down dark city - dark night of the soul
Whose temple is this, that the alchemists claimed?
The chapels won't answer, for the elements they're named.
High price has been paid to buy power - control.
To rescue the maiden, save the true lover whole -
the symbols remade may not alone reach the goal.
The quintessence of love must be found by the end.
What was they said about the most loving of friends?
Wheedling, arguing, posing, lying,
they beckon you with tongues well-honed.
Pleading, calling, gently warning -
the violinist maid from her bed of stone.
Raging ever, wandering, flying?
The artist's voice vibrates the night.
Fail or succeed, ends the ceaseless dying.
Two or four will end their ghostly sights.
Conduct the orchestra of sounds while trying
and she'll play for you -and him- alone.
*new*
A growing eclipse began your vision scrying
increasing your knowledge with each flash of the light.
Alchemists, ghost, and artist are now vying
to gain your support as you work past your fright
General hopes your success will somewhat atone -
by rescuing the innocent, putting some of it right.
Susan
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witter
Over to you.
