A/N: I like writing poems, though I haven't written them in a while, and I was hit with sudden inspiration.
I really like how this fic turned out; I hope those of you who normally don't read poems give it a chance.
There are spoilers for those of you who haven't finished The Iron Trial.
I also published this fic on AO3 (username: MidnightHalo27)
Disclaimer: The Magisterium book series belongs to the amazing authors Cassandra Clare and Holly Black.
Kudos, reviews etc are lovely. Constructive criticism is very welcome, though flames will be used to roast marshmallows.
Enjoy!
Callum
by: GakuenAlicefan27
Call never had friends
The wicked child with the hermit father
A limp, and stormy gray eyes
A sibling would have been nice
A scowl, and jet black hair
Devil may care
- x -
A trial
The Trial
Ink, rope, fire
In water
Miss Stiff and Captain America
Call's the odd one out
Again
Doesn't matter
It's not for long
Right?
Wrong
- x -
Father said "Callum…"
But is that really his name?
"Never trust a Magician"
Father, you are a Magician
"They killed your mother"
Was she really his mother?
"They will kill you too"
- One is already dead
A/N: Thank you for reading it!
For those who missed it at the notes in the beginning: I also published this fic on AO3 (username: MidnightHalo27)
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