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Psarnoc-sil

Here in the mage’s castle keep,
A ruin but for one high wall,
The angry ghosts ride by to call,
Though Psarnoc-sil is long asleep.

Once a most splendid sorcerer
Sought for spells and potent potions,
Philters and romantic lotions
Spread down his longest corridor.

Within the ruin is a door
That leads one to a shining land,
Where twin suns scorch volcanic sand,
There Psarnoc-sil waits on the shore.

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  • Hate-And-Pain
    May 2
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    Great imagery, and well written as well. I really liked it, it really grabbed my interest.

  • Nelsen6790Trafalger
    May 2

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    Superb

    A most excellent write, indeed. Imagery, rhythm and rhyme, as always, are just fine. Thank you for sharing this one. I think I'll have to find out who in the heck this Psarnoc-sil mage is, it's a name I'm not familiar with.

  • dame de la riviere
    May 1

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    how very interesting....twin suns, what an idea...your poems about the knowledgeable and mystic always fascinate me so....a painter could have a field day with such a piece as inspiration.

  • Lady Dragonwyck
    May 1
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    This is an incredible story. I love it and you really have my attention here.

    Lady D