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Her Grace.
Symphony of starlight's gleam, Sorcerer’s nocturnal dream. Her touch, catalyst divine, Such grace must make A fool of time And naïve fates.
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Frost-kissed earth,
Reborn, ancient throne. A realm of shadows, evergrown. I weave a magic, dark and deep, My slumbering power gently creeps, Feeds and bleeds my somber weep. With bated breath, a spell is cast, A future forged, true beauty masked. Healed, but never broken As new dawn breaks, promise is spoken. In solitude's embrace, I find my peace,
A hermit's heart, spirit's release. The forest whispers, rivers flow, Natural symphony as wisdom grows. Upon my throne of crystal, clear. A realm of dreams, a world austere. I ponder secrets, ancient and deep, As shadows dance and the light does creep. I wield the storm, the wind, the rain,
Mistress of chaos, sovereign domain. Shadows obey my beckon call, Summoned first, eager to fall. With a single word, I bend their knee, A queen of my own making, strong and free. Cracked and broken, the shell I wear,
A prisoner of cold, oh so old, despair. Beneath my veil, a fire stirs, A phoenix rising, a cosmic blur. I shed the skin of winter's night, Emerging stronger, bathed in light. Silver threads the moon doth weave,
Blending souls this Solstice Eve. Each stitch a spell, each knot a word, Web of power unseen, unheard. Dance to threads, The web takes form, Weave a spell that rides the storm. Solstice reminds What time forgets, The moon remembers as her sun resets. Oh winds of fate,
Do circle near, A call to those who long to hear. One step closer, Feel the night, A shadow’s kiss on fleeting light. Through the veil,
The spirits creep, Where the living and shadows meet. Midwinter's breath, A portal wide, The unseen walks now coincide.. Flame to frost,
And frost to fire, Ancient spell of heart’s desire. By my voice, The circle spun, Night is broken, day begun. Frosted earth,
Now take the flame, Twist and turn in endless name. Ashes fall, The ember's flight, Burn through cold and birth the light. |
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