Empty Chambers

Empty chambers soiled with soot,

We cast a spell that never took.

Secrets revealed though barely spoken,

Waving wands which ought be broken.

 

Craving lust, enraged by greed,

Misguided actions, we gave no heed.

Loveless magic in other’s arms,

Retracting moments with useless charms.

 

Exist in spirit by powerful stones,

Still sinking deep as buried bones.

Nothing reveals hope for a morn,

Lost in black forests tattered and torn.

 

Yet just as the darkest terrors awake,

Arrives a glimmer of light to take.

Before be restless, divided and dead,

At last new pages, clean and unread.  

 

Hark; tread not there,

Love amongst quick sand.

Now gilded with good hope,

Magic from warm hands.

 

Destined by cauldrons flowing with doubt,

To fear behind potions bitter and stout.

Old witches’ banter resounds in all ears,

Till one who did fear not gathered lost tears.

 

Poured and poached with roots from the earth,

Manipulate magic with pearls of no worth.

Justice did reign from the muck on his hands,

Finally freedom from curses so grand.

 

Cry if you must to replicate such deeds,

Nothing results from fake tearful weeds.

Soon be forgotten the blackest of days,

Cheerful wizards ponder new ways.

 

In time will be found a book of old grace.

Need it we’ll not, for love took its place. 

Reviews

[Adam :P]

great poem, wish you had more to check out. like it

[Lisa Marie Firth Fountain]

I will soon!

[Mr.Knipple]

That was a really great piece. Very vivid. The sense of imagery is perfect. Nicely paints a picture in my head. I like the usage of words. I also like the style. Nice write and well done.

[Lisa Marie Firth Fountain]

Thank you very much sir.

[Lisa Marie Firth Founta..]

I honestly don't know where my mind has gone.