Armed with a bell,book of spells,and a flame.
Covens endeavor to heighten by name.
Majik forces blend the darkness with light,
Feeding the fires they stir in the night.
Incantations rise high in Parseltongue,
Ancient foreboding in the bell's rue rung.
From drips of the wick forming effigy,
A reversal burn of ill fate's decree.
As one drip of the dark heightens the white,
they spin round a fires blaze in the night.
With passions to rescue the plight of man,
fending off evil where ever they can.
Dangerously dark liaison turns white,
With a mix of the powers set to right.
By Suseann
A contest entry
- Shakespearean Sonnets by masterblaster.
6500 points, ended December 14, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Hi, love the story line, you have problems with the meter which seems quite a few have in this contest, once you master the meter I know you will write some wonderful sonnets. Di
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The art and effort of good poetry move incantations to magic! Very well-done. I have written similar work which would have benefited from a more ambitious vocabulary as this.
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I'm familar with your exemplary works and style. And am assured anything you've woven is wonderful. Thank you.
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Chilling Suseann
A bit spooky here with these words.
Meter a bit off but great words and flow of story line.
I loved your picture and colors used here also.
My best to you in this contest.
Jim
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