Rosewicket Wicca Coven

The Runeblade

Darkest shades of black flow from my pen:

dancing, twisting glyphs on my runed blade.

Glowing on its keenest edge, and then,

dulling to form a spell inlaid.

I examine it, but get distracted,

by the pair of wings in it reflected.

Not looking back, I know what I'd find,

I push what's behind to the back of my mind.

I take up my sword and start a war,

knowing clearly what I'm fighting for.

I cull stagnant thoughts, I defend imagination,

I send shockwaves of free-thinking throughout creation.

Close-mindedness is cleft in twain,

encouraging the use of your own brain.

"Prepare yourselves!", I exclaim today,

"A time of great change is on its way!".

As some fear, some ignorance already lies dead,

I gaze up at the sky of ravens overhead.

I sheathe my sword, staring at the setting sun,

knowing this war has only just begun...

Thats wonderul, Corvus.

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Very interesting story. I like it.