The candles are scribed
lit with puddles of
wax on the floor,
reflections of light
cascade over the room
cleansed in wait of magic.
The familiar watches
on with a steely gaze,
the circle etched
in a ring of pure white.
Incantations voiced
in whispered moans.
A light that burns
so fierce and bright
consumes him,
colours spark and
flash in blaze.
This power is
heady and it
whirls out like
the wrath
from the gods.
affecting the
balance of the
universal control.
It twines him so
truly with evil,
its almost as
if they were
one person..
one power..
Energies bend
and swirl in flux,
the fires
burn in him
a low red simmer.
Ancient rhymes
within he spells,
a fluent language
symbols seen
contradicting
natures command.
His visions mixed
in color sickly grey
a stream of heat
through the
iced pain.
Contorted twisted
bends in time
sight is wavering
on the brink,
black shadow
masses glaring.
Swirling in pools
from depth's
of darkness
taking him,
falling gently
the voices
they're calling
as the circle
breaks from
the force
uncontrolled.
Struggling to follow
his own command
to get up.
The figures of black
they taunt and
revile him,
weighing him down
like lead in the cold.
Screaming and
scratching they
pull at his will.
The light failed him
the white of
this magic torn
leaves him depraved
lost to this void,
a soul with
destruction reborn,
Consumed...
Adding your comment:
