The Sorcerer's Cloak
He concealed what had no truth,
it was an untruth that forged his power,
yet the concealment was believed
where nothing was concealed.
Beneath his cloak there lurked no trickery,
and no sight of sleight of hand,
for the deception was the illusion of deception,
and his power was magically real.
He cast aside the most valiant foe
with spells unknown,
and machinations of mind and contest,
neither believed nor denied.
He cast aside no wretches,
there was no need to concern himself
with the foolish and the weak,
deception of no deception was conjured.
Adamant, forceful and daring,
he approached his proudest folly,
The Sorcerer spread The Sorceress wide,
his power melted into her guile.
21st September 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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