Standing on the edge, robe flowing.
The wind rushes in as water splashes the cliff side.
The clouds are stirring as the waves splash violently.
The raging overture plays on.
Looking out at the horizon; a storm approaches.
Staff in hand like a conductor guiding his orchestra.
The symphony grows with intensity.
Thunder echoes throughout the seaside.
The sky is black.
The magician smiles while feeling the energy.
Taking in the moment she jabs her scepter into the sky.
Lightning strikes the cliff.
The waves rise, smashing against the castle walls.
The power surges within as she screams out loud.
The sky awakens and opens it's eyes
staring into the Magician.
Jeanne I loved your poem the Magician! I could feel the energy of the storm rush running through my body as I visualized the lightning bolts off in the distance then coming ever closer with each clash of thunder. The white caps on the waves embracing the shore line. You could almost feel the energy surging through the magicians arms out stretched towards the heavens. Great work!
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