Between sanity and grief, a fine line.
We had burned the warlock's lover alive.
His incantations ruled the elements —
with words so ancient, smooth, and venomous —
he summoned winds with fiery eloquence.
Destruction is our fated punishment.
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Moon Gate: Volume I
PoetryA collection of poetry based on prompts from the Versification contest. I'm aiming for dark, magical, and supernatural themes. Also trying out several types of poetry like iambic pentameter, limericks, etc. The only rules were to stay within 4 to 8...
