The Hand of Nature
Be
careful
setting off
my wild magic,
it lacks a center;
The storm flails everywhere,
emotions like a whirlpool;
Passion is the dark and the light,
there's a fine line to keep the balance;
Wielding the Craft I'm the hand of nature.
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