Dark Magic

M.E.M.

Power courses through her blood

deep, pure, and historic.

Her fingertips twitch with the want

the need to use it,

To let it all out and show the world what she’s made of.

 

Generations of magic wielders have taught her

Do not underestimate those who wish to call you friend.

Be guarded and on alert.

 

Free from the stigma of her ancestors past

she lights up the world with her powers.

Giving freely and generously

to those in need.

 

She wishes to harness the sun someday,

but for now,

She uses the distance light of dying stars.

  • Author: M.E.M. (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 28th, 2023 13:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Created: 3/24/23. Comments are welcome!
  • Category: Fantasy
  • Views: 2
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