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Magic



Drawn from within,

The power is gathered.

Shaped with intent,

Bent with will,

Honed with knowledge;

So the spell takes form.



By wand, staff, and hand,

Through oak, birch, and stone,

It flashes into the world,

A glittering gem in the matrix of universal magic.

And so the spell is done,

Like ripples on a pond.


Heres Another!!


Hope



On the edge of your face lies frost,

As through the night you stumble, lost.

Your frozen hands through bushes grope.

No sight,

No path,

No hope.



A figure on the water glides,

And from the darkest corner slides,

A white angel sent to you,

As out the rustling reeds flew,

A swan.