On a breezy December dawn,
Fog came riding a grey stallion,
Cloaked in shell-white with fleecy hair.
Sorcerer sprinkling milky dust.
He wrapped the trees in ghostly white.
Covered all in gossamer veil.
But as the sun shone on the hill,
Like a coward, ran out of sight.
Meet Midnight the sorcerer's cat
Magical brews and potions are his specialty
Finetuning his spells and curses
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.
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
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 the specific formula of destruction
With the obtained fiery energy
He was capable to incapacitate his enemy.
Against Dracula, the emperor of the undead
Dr Strange, the supreme sorcerer
Applied the Montesi formula
Destroying the vampires by spell that broke
Reviving them for the clash to continue.
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August 31, 2022
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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 his unnatural confidence and spiritual way.
They often turned and scampered off when he began to play.
He was childlike, not childish, a magician with a keen eye.
He often saw what would happen to humans bye and bye.
Merlin had mystical powers, honed by him so true.
Many were fearful of his ethereal spirit and aura of royal blue.
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, he turned to his mother
Come on, he said. I have to one-up my brother!
What can I do to get father’s attention?
She rolled her eyes; a woman of non-pretension.
You are a sorcerer who wears black for no reason.
Having a conscience has taken you away from this season.
Your uncle is creating wild fires all over the west.
You, son, have quite simply failed the test.
A video gamer, whose sorcery is as silly as church bells.
You might as well give up on sorcery and spells.
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 brain.
He was ridiculous in sunshine, thunderstorms, blizzards and rain.
The Sorcerer King came to the hag’s palace and chopped off a head.
Thought he'd snagged Mordicahia, was hoping the old hag was dead.
They were in the middle of making their way with her bounty and loot
When she transmogrified up wearing a crown, and one ugly red boot.
She and Sorcerer King got into a battle that lasted a week and a day.
But he sent her packing finally, and she never ventured back that way.
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 in dashes of anger and dollops of grief
He is the master of manipulation,
There is no escape
Others have tried to get close enough
to toss in enthusiasm, love and hope.
But alas, he is stronger because of the numbers
who chase him, trying to be the chosen one.
He spits into the fray, frightening them just a tiny bit more.
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 he failed to do
That lack of such - he respected few
Passions dimmed and flames went away
Both responsible for the path they lay
Question, curse, fight till dawn
The demons inside released for none
The trick to regain the Sorcerer's touch
So simple even wee people would gush
Stop seeking that which you should not attain
The searching causes both great pain
Be humble and love that one you have
Or all for naught be forever sad
Stop looking seeking far afield away
Or else true love will fade away.
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 you
But now in dark my gaze yours thru and thru
What mystical force had seduction unleashed?
Carnivorous forces turned into beasts
Once begun there is no retreat
Climax on climax or heat upon heat?
When it was over in my mind chaos calmed
The clock began ticking the deed has been done
Sanity tells me run now before it's too late.
But preserve the moment, hold onto it,
latch tight your mind gate
For now, THE SORCEROR HAS A HAND IN YOUR FATE
written for Cody Lee
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 you
under and my every command will be your
will be your every determination with the
slightest wave of my hand...so I'm warning
you while you are out and about tonight
you better watch yourself 'cuz I'm watching
you and even though your star shines so
bright I hold the keys to your destiny and
you will be mine forever…never underestimate
the power of the Sorcerer...I hold the keys to
your destiny...so mote it be!
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 his wish in an instant.
The boy, a little vacillating and frightened
Wished for a TV and whiskey out of fun
And the sorcerer moved his magic wand
And lo! The articles appeared from thin air.
He further showed a movie on the TV set
Viewers were aghast with his magic show
The crowd was impressed with his sorcery
Wondered all the while in sheer enjoyment.
The show defied all logic and reasoning
Leaving the spectators totally bewildered
While the crowd still stood there amazed
The sorcerer left quietly with his tiny load.
.
Dry tangle of strands like leaves of a pine.
Neck-long sable yet lemon to close a beaming line.
Decked by two sharp wan visage processes.
Shut some-screened eyes and jaw- high and breadthless.
Dangling armor is woven garb of chains.
Bony hands impose his thin scrawny mien.
Spread them down to ignite an incipient
Of electric qeues like sunspot lightning
Toward a floating smooth stone before him.
Struck bouy makes a devious glow as his grin.
Growing fulgence throbbing to explosion
in lieu he is sucked like dusts by the stone.
We lay,
Firmly rooted
And reach our pale faces
To the late day sun.
We grow twisted around the rails
And defeat our own purpose…
To catch the late day sun.
We have been ignored.
Our search for water,
Has lead to dusty tears,
After another late day sun.
A little more
And we’ll reach around your room.
We’ll twist around your door and open it…
To the early day sun.
Sincerely,
Twisted Hearts
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