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Guitar Sorcerer

He steps into moonlight, strings ablaze,  
A spell-bound master in a midnight haze.  
Notes crack like lightning, dark flames rise,  
Echoes twisting through spectral skies.  

From covens deep and forests old,  
He forged a sound both fierce and bold.  
A serpent’s hiss, a banshee’s wail,  
His fingers dance—an eerie tale.  

The runes he carved upon the fret,  
Summon storms not soon forget.  
A single chord—a whispered curse,  
Reality bends, the heavens burst.  

Shadows coil around his hands,  
Summoned forth from haunted lands.  
Specters hum, the witches chant,  
A melody none dare recant.  

Blackened sparks upon the strings,  
Woven spells in trembling things.  
A tremolo dark, a sorcery wild,  
A lullaby sung by the moon’s lost child.  

Thunder answers every shred,  
Winds obey the notes he bled.  
A final wail—a spectral end,  
And silence bows to music’s bend.

Copyright © Michael Fulkerson

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