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This is a little poem I wrote a few years ago. Hope you like it. :)
Submitted:Feb 20, 2012 Reads: 19 Comments: 8 Likes: 3
The Language of Magic, by M-chan
It’s a secret language,
Lost in time.
It’s a beautiful thing,
Giving power to words.
Fire dances on my fingertips,
Illuminating the world.
Water swells under my hands,
Calmed by my control.
All come at my beckoning,
Summoned by my words.
They bow to me,
And I am proud.
I know I rule,
And I know they fear.
It’s a secret language,
Giving power to words.
It’s a beautiful thing,
The lost language of magic.
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