Fight Me

The Sorcerer

Clustered in groves
green with rowan leaves,
They dance in dreamscapes
evoking spirits akin with nature.

Stars hang from the trees;
lanterns illuminating the glen,
they cast eerie spells of longing
soft as an errant breeze.

Solemn visionaries caught
in a world of twilight
watch as the Sorcerer
makes rings float.
They spin, these magic orbs,
claiming vision.

As awareness steals away, pagan drummers
pound out ancient rhythms,
the druids gather, dancing in a ring.
They spin and writhe in exaltation,
pure emanation of moonlight’s gleam.

In ghostlike umbrage of the past,
the living wall heaves,
crashing to earth

As the gray false dawn
hastens the day,
hooded figures halt their disport,
settle now still expectant;
with grass cool beneath their feet.
They bask in beltane dreams,
unaware of the sorcerer’s spell.

Beautiful Poem by: patty m
Digital Art by me ^_^
Oc: Kosumi