Conjuring Age

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In an age of conjuring, is war still king.

Submitted: November 26, 2016

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Submitted: November 26, 2016



At the highlight of the battle's rage,

On the hillsides of scrub and sage,

The Wizard's army, in perfect harmony,

Defeated the Warlocks of the conjuring age.


Then came the dragons of Yen,

Dragons ridden by the likes of men.

They dived from the sky, from places on high,

But the Wizard's army did them in.


Last but not least were the Witches of Trough

Who had created an army from a bubbling brew.

They stirred up a batch and watched them hatch,

But the Wizard's trained army defeated them in too.


So went the battles on the hillsides of rage,

Those hillsides once covered in scrub and sage,

But stubborn prevailed and pride was hailed

As the Wizard of War ruled the conjuring age.


In every age there are Wizards of War

 But in the conjuring age there is deception times four.

  Yes, the witches are gone, and the warlocks moved on,

 Now the foolhardy Wizard finds Krakens on shore,

Advancing quite quickly toward his Castle door.



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