Spellweaver

The tale of a god-like sorcerer.

With flashing eyes and coldest mind,

The weaver spins the spell.

He dances 'round the roaring flame

In deepest realm to dwell.

 

In robes of black and armor gold,

He conjures spirits' fire.

Confining them in circles three,

He fills his dark desire.

 

They circle wands and staffs and brooms,

Infusing spellwork deep.

The weaver waves his snow-white hand.

The spirits fall to sleep.

 

He quickly rises through the ranks

To dominate the land.

When none are left to challenge him,

He rules his empire grand.

 

He rose to highest mountain keep

To rule his mighty world.

Enchanting strongest stones and trees,

Through all, his magic swirled.

 

He paused for moments left untold

To ponder his dark reign.

Though his empire outstretched the Earth,

Inside, he was in chain.

 

His guilty conscience ate away

At his immortal mind.

For those who looked upon his face

Would a cruel ruler find.

 

At last he knew the way to go,

Unweaving ancient spins.

He freed the lands of mortal Earth

And left to end his sins.

Author's Note

As always, feel free to critique.

Reviews

[Blackbirdsong]

You've done a great job weaving this tale of the mighty sorcerer and love the rhyme-scheme you've chosen of 8/6/8/6 that you use throughout. The only places where it didn't quite work are you abandoned this very tight, but masterfully done rhyme scheme.

Here in these lines -

"His empire outstretched the Earth," is off because instead of 8 beats you've used 7

and

"Would a cruel ruler find." is off because while you have used 6 beats for this line you've used words which aren't in the same way of that you've done the other lines.

I really love this poem and what you've done it and I look forward to reading more of your work.

[Wildfleour]

A mystical story that could be expanded into an epic.

Yet another fine work, my friend.

[Poeticpiers]

I enjoyed this flight of fantasy.Well constructed and delivered but why no final line? A glitch or a deliberate ploy