Magic Released
Deep in the wood and over the highland;
In a secret place that’s found on no map.
Just a small niche, an uncharted island,
Where both the future and past overlap.
Naclissa was born on this island of fate,
Where mystical meanings of life are found.
She came here to teach us so we can relate
And understand magical teachings profound.
To some; Naclissa may just be fine art,
An image that’s drawn with crayon and pen.
But if you have vision and love in your heart,
You’ll see she’s a princess among noblemen.
An artist has freed her, no longer confined,
Released from that Island, deep in your mind.
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I wrote it for the artwork of an AP poet. I guess it offended her as she never commented; that wasn't my intention.
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