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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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.