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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