It Is Time

A storm of summoning

Power is like electricity on the air

Crackling over the skin

Before it seeps into the bloodstream

Giving you the summons:

Come when you can

The time has come

To gather together

For another war.

Excitement ripples through the body

Time to lift thy sword once more.

Centuries of time since the last

Paths gone separate

To be brought together

Once more to speak.

Who has answered the summons?

I shall wait

Until I am called upon.

For I am the last to be called.

Bringing with me

My sword of beauty and of death.

A storm of summoning hath come

To blanket the realm in darkness.

Reviews

[Sharon]

Very strong and expressive. I like your writing style.