Sorcerer Poems - Poems about Sorcerer

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

Magic

I could use a little magic tonight
some sorcerer to sympathize
and with his kind arcane words
conjure a spark so I may finally
find my way to some lovely land
lucent with Panglossian light
after doleful decades stumbling
solitary and blind in the bitterly
brumal dark fearing with each 
step I will fall and fail to rise

The Sorcerer

After imbibing the humbling blend
Constituting the mystical knowledge
And the techniques of martial art 
Dr Strange awakened his third eye
Became a powerful sorcerer.

He derived his supernatural power
From the energy of the universe
Acquiring high level of mastery
Over magic to shape and manipulate
Tangible concept of energy as mystic artifacts.

He could also cast numinous spells
By the entrancing miraculous mechanism
Of

Many Feared Merlin

Merlin had a way that turned into animal attraction
This often led him into a natural kind of satisfaction
Creatures sensed his cleverness and his stealth
He often fixed a wing or nursed them back to health

His magic was well known in the woods beyond the veil
He had a psychic sixth sense that did not often pale
Humans feared

Putting Down Black Sorcerer

Why can’t you ever live up to your brother?
Black Sorcerer is begging his half-listening mother. 
He is angry that he is always compared to Phat.
It is not his fault that Phat lacked onto a bat

And began a pandemic that is worldwide now
His cousin had thought up the disease mad cow. 
Being a sorcerer of distinction,

Sorcerer King Saves Idiot Cousin

The hag Mordicahia thought she had captured the Sorcerer King
In truth she had gotten his cousin, who was a ridiculous ding-a-ling
The real king would have left him there to rot like a buzzard’s lunch,
But his mother and aunt sent him to save his idiot cousin Munch.

Munch was an empty-headed skeleton with green eyes and no

The Sorcerer of the Moment

He takes the largest ladle he can find
And stirs them around and around
clunking their heads together
Scrambling their brains, 
Making them angry
And he laughs

He is the sorcerer of the moment
popular with his followers
who revere him
because of the fear
that if they do not
he will turn and they will become
the sorrowful, the left behind, the unchosen ones

He throws

Sorcerer's Doom

Deep inside where shadows lounge
True love was lost no magic found
That fleeting thought run now it's not too late
Never fathoming his deceptions so great

The magic once encompassing both
not knowing how far afield he'd go
One content with passions flash
The other forever chasing **ASS**

Both now knowing somethings not right
Could it have been his continual lies?
Trust in her

Sorcerer's First Time

At your first touch, I was mesmerized
A Captive was born before your eyes
Magic was passed through me It's true
Our loins stirred as our passion grew

Never before had I felt this lust
In darkness, every touch left skin flush
Sensations heightened beyond compare
of the rest of the world, I remained unaware

Before this Not once had I looked at

Sorcerer

Well and I can see you clearly in my astro 
sleep state my third eye is wide awake so
you better tread carefully and save your desire
for me only or I will turn you into a worthless
cornsnake 'cuz one way or another it's us
forever...a submissive slave or a perpetual
lover you can't break the spell I have

Rant of a Sorcerer

No more
Maybe I don't know what I'm doing anymore
I've been passed a game winning catch
or so the lecture says
or so circumstances provide me to believe
yet I stand still, a statue
a figurehead of nothing
I stand still, mortified
before I just toss the ball away
before I throw the pass away
Somewhere inbetween I knew it before i said it
I'm

The Sorcerer

Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus—defrocked priest and sorcerer of the black 
arts; epiphany of evil and master of debauchery.
He looks among his minions with a grim bearded countenance
and piercing beady eyes with a distinct grimace of utter revulsion.

As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . .
Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by.

Once a famous

The Street Sorcerer

In front of a shop at the corner of the street
A bearded man appeared with his assistant
With meagre belongings and a magic wand
Pleaded with passersby, to spare few seconds.
 
Then he called a little boy from the crowd
And asked him to sit in front of the basket
Commanded to wish an article he desired
Promised to fulfill

Serius, the Syrian Sorcerer

Serius, Arch Nemisis of such bliss
that you woulodn't know to miss
the beating of your heart inside 
or the doors of hades swinging wide

and the gentlest carresses of the dragons tongue
leaving traces of sulphourous flaming nether-dung
'pon your head, though had you read, you'd know
the stygain darkling doors near, creaking woe

serius, enchanting stalwart scoin of royal lineage,

Diagnosis Sorcerer Phil-Ofa-Lies

Hearing God's voice doesn't make you crazy disobeying it does Lord they are throwing the 
baby out and drinking the bath water Commanded us to hearken to your voice it is written 
warning of false doctors or teachers thier doctrine sorceries that turn men from thee you 
said beware and now aware must warn others

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