Magical Fire: Published: 12-13-04
Disclaimer: Don't own Crys, Raist, or Caramon.
If you've read the Legends at LEAST once, you have a pretty good idea of what I'm talking about. If you haven't, well, then you're pretty clueless as to what this poem is all about.
Note: This is another no-rhymer. Every 'first line' is one sylible, every 'second line' is around three sylibles, and every 'third line' is around nine sylibles. It's supposed to sound kinda like chanting. Hope ya like.
Read, please.
Magical Fire
Chant.
His voice chants
The spidery language of his magic.
Hush
A hush falls
Over and across the stricken valley
All
All that is heard
Is his soft, strange, eerie music.
Even
The pounding
Of the incessant rain ceases.
Awe
Awe sweeps over
The watching cleric and loyal brother.
Rush
The world rushes
To delve into his dark vortex.
Fingers
Fingers stab the heavens
Silver lightning flashes towards the sky.
Flame
White-blue flame
Engulfs the home of the faithless faithful.
Fire
Fire strikes him
Bloodied emereld blaze of heaven's power.
Scream
She cies out
Fear striking straight to her pure heart.
Look
The mystic flames
Do not sear the midnight robes of his.
Cling
Cleric and brother
Cling together like frightened children admist the flame.
Speak
One last time
The purest fire leaps to consume the grave.
Blaze
Flames blazes past
Yet they do not touch him and her.
Beckon
He beckons
From the heart of the flames in which he stands
Come
Marble maiden pure,
Come taste the divine power of the gods.
I love the last line!