The dead of night
Swallowed by magic
Covered stars, endless fog
A place where time is no more
Until the battle is over
A brilliant flash of fire lights the way
Its source sends malice from his own heart
The haze parts, only to reveal the dread
Intent bolts forward, smiting the hand
And blocking the blast of hatred
Fury flies, burning the fog
Eating at the darkness
Both staffs hit the ground
Two wizards bow.
An awesome write
Peter
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I may as well be."
Thankyou Mary..:)
Vesna*
Eileen
I like your new profile picture by the way, very nice.
Felix