5 minute poetry

Thaumaturge · 11-30-2004, 10:53 AM

A very quick one...

Conjuration

A shadow flickers on the wall,
A torchflame burns the last of its fuel,
A man stands nervously before the circle,
Incanting over the still red pool,

He finishes his spell,
Stands breathlessly, waiting,
And the small red pool,
Begins to move.

His spells have opened the way
His lifesblood has given the energy,
His words have chosen the summoned,
But his charm cannot hold it.

The torchlight burns down,
The shadows swallow the last of the room,
The man is not there,
But he did not leave.

11-30-2004, 10:53 AM	#11
Thaumaturge Magikoopa Join Date: Mar 2004 Posts: 1,767	A very quick one... Conjuration A shadow flickers on the wall, A torchflame burns the last of its fuel, A man stands nervously before the circle, Incanting over the still red pool, He finishes his spell, Stands breathlessly, waiting, And the small red pool, Begins to move. His spells have opened the way His lifesblood has given the energy, His words have chosen the summoned, But his charm cannot hold it. The torchlight burns down, The shadows swallow the last of the room, The man is not there, But he did not leave. __________________ Mwa ha ha ha ha!!!! ahem. sorry.