Summoner's Oath

A young man

Drew a circle on the floor

Preparing for a spell

To summon a monster

 

The young man

Was the apprentice

To a great wizard

Who taught him many things

And who also hurt him

For fun

 

The young man

Opened a book

And set it on the table

Right next to the circle

 

The young man stayed with him

For many years

He was mistreated

But he learned many things

Like how to shoot lightning

Out of his hands

To set fire to things

With only his touch

And most of all

He was taught

How to bring creatures

From another world

To his

And his master's

 

The young man stood

Next to the circle

And spoke

Words of power

Words that shook the earth

And electrified the air

 

One day the master

Hurt the man badly

So bad

The young man swore revenge

While his master slept

He slit his throat

 

A loud crack

A jet of smoke

And in the circle

Appeared a beast

With long black horns

Bright red scaly skin

Hooved feet

And dark blue wings

The beast stared at the man

Then whispered words of power

Word that heated the air

Word that boiled the man's blood

A large explosion

And the circle of protection

Drawn on the floor

Was broken

As the beast grabbed the man

And choked the life out of him

The young apprentice remembered

Something his master told him

A summoner's oath

That all wizards knew

And one he had forgotten

Till this very moment

 

"Never summon

That which you can not control."

Author's Note

The two last lines were the oath.

Reviews

[revenant21]

I liked it. It was almost like a short TV show. I was picturing, like a King Arthur time area.

[Flame DM]

loved this poem. It was like a mini story, and loved how almost every stanza started with 'young man'. Well written, you could tell the master was going to die and ironically, because he HAD no master the apprentice died because of that!

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[Tai-San]

I like this. i like it very much. its very strong in its own way. your a wonderful writer.