The Wounded Sorceress
Having sated his desire,
and having mastered her own,
The Sorceress rose from The Sorcerer's loins
and stood tall with his power, now hers.
From above and beyond the battle,
she cast spells to win it for some
and to end it for none,
and weak and mighty fell alike.
Her voice insouciantly traversed the divide
and fell upon the grateful ears
of both heroes and villains
moments before they perished.
Moments after they perished
her voice magically returned to their ears
to raise them up once more,
for her spell could never end.
I knew of her wounds
and learned of my own,
and mirthlessly surrendered;
I, too, have been her thrall.
21st September 2018
Copyright © Lawrence Sharp | Year Posted 2018
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