The Elementalist
He stands there in the falling rain
At the knees of his master
Clutching his Book of Elements
And knowing where he stands in the night
He mutters the words,
Inaudible to the thunderclaps
And as the water beads off
Feels his body grow cold
He collapses to the ground
And begins to boil
His spirit is of water
And he rises up in a wave
Human in existence
But unbound to any particular form
His master tought him well
Though now he be immortalized in stone
The elementalist is strong
And he knows it too truly
Copyright © Billy Mcpherson Jr. | Year Posted 2013
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