The Magician.

Andrew Deaton

Candlelight casted shadows that danced across the tomb.

 

I struggled with confusion and presence filled the room.

 

Who had summoned me and for what purpose was I here?

 

I saw a magician in his circle and it became oh so clear.

 

 

It was just another mortal trying to make me obey his commands.

 

Playing with dark and dangerous forces he thought he might understand.

 

Reveal all the secrets and mysteries of the Universe was the demand.

 

 

Quite unprepared for the truths.

He fought to take control.

 

As pure madness set upon him, he begged for his soul.

 

Yet he knew full well their would be a price to be paid for this.

 

I consumed his mind and cast his soul into the dark Abyss.

  • Author: Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 11th, 2025 07:27
  • Category: Spiritual
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  • sorenbarrett

    A metaphor in this poem and a secret to consuming and expelling dark forces. Well written in good rhyme and meter. Loved it



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