Summoning
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Summoning
summoning
Symbols,they appear around me...sigils of the past.
Magic known by men before me...my dissidence is chaste
Arcane aura,fire god,...burns me with desire.
Astral beast,untamed soul...ancient dark messiah
magic chant,water czar...quench my steaming thirst
equinox,powers change...my will shall be dispersed
incantation comes to life,the earth it cracks asunder
The sacrifice feels my knife,I'm filled with inner thunder
Wild dancing stirs the air,it's under my control
warning signs,best beware...a forlorn totem pole
My flesh secretes the magic in blissful,soulless moans
And i feel the very power source deep down in my bones
Blackened eyes that cast no light as blood pool's at my feet
Looking through my second site...The summonings complete.
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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA