''secrets of Spells''
In the Nelanther Isles a sorcerer Azrael practices his skill.
Fire and water combines at his will.
Bolts of lighting crash to the floor.
Molecular elements studied, bound by truth.
Arcane Magic inborn in youth.
Azrael hidden in the darkest of realms.
Powerful force in the palms of his hands.
He shall master this feat like no other sorcerer can.
''Magic Words'' Poetry Contest
sponsored by...Leighann Anderson
Copyright © Kacey Greenlee | Year Posted 2011
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