The ChamberA Poem by DoreenThe poem and the photo were created by me.Wearing robes I stand and shiver fearing what I might deliver; refer to books upon the shelves, in which are written noxious spells.
Now in my power I do hold the secrets to these words of old. Around me are the tools of trade, lost symbols that the world forbade.
'Tis not the harmless toys of man that I now hold in withered hand; and to such men I now shall show, the terror I alone bestow.
Surrounded by these walls of stone, I glare into the gloom once more - Symbols drawn on floors of slate, dragon's blood spilled in post haste.
My cauldron sits upon its throne in visage of lost exhumed souls. Through mighty words intoned in cadence; incantations spewed with hatred.
Within my chambers I implore thee, cast upon this night before me; Shadowed demons I now conjure, summoned to my stone cold chamber.
'Tis I upon this night have wrought the evil I so long have sought. And now that it is far too late, inside these walls the demons wait.
Though not too far, my chamber door, I'll pass its threshold nevermore. Welcomed this night into my room, I've summoned my own horrid doom.
I'm stunned to realize, you see, these shadowed demons wait for me. Imprisoned by these demon vultures, this stone cold chamber; my sepulchre. .© 2012 DoreenAuthor's Note
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Added on March 23, 2010Last Updated on September 22, 2012 Tags: medieval AuthorDoreenNJ (no, we don't say Joisey)AboutI’m a writer, a reader, a dreamer, head in the clouds, feet off the ground. I love dragons and wizards, potions and hobbits. Aquarius by nature, and a bit wacky at times. I write poetry and sho.. more..Writing
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