Summoning

Esthetic lines of precise weave,
Arousing magick on this eve.
Feel the flow that It creates,
Compelling words that It dictates.

Its been a long and wanting time,
For this focused, forceful rhyme.
Awakened powers, evolve in her,
Complex spells Begin to stir.

Phantom thoughts run through her mind,
A careful blend to her design.
As she weaves, the power grows,
Through her veins this passion flows.

Imagery enshrouds her back,
Mystic sigils all in black.
She has the power to command,
As she takes this final stand.

She spins around, her power grows,
Deadly magick, for her foes.
Her arms raised up into the sky,
A quick release shows her reply.

The clouds are filled with energy,
Flashing lights for all to see.
Rumbling sounds are all around,
You can feel it in the ground.

Bolts of power, flash here and there,
The pain is there for both to share.
One’s for good and one’s for plight,
She wont give up to end this fight.

She wheels back with great command,
The power’s here and in her hand,
With grand resolve, she lets it go,
True and straight she makes her throw.

Her time is through she must retire,
Until next time she will aspire.
Now she starts her long, long, rest,
Time…..until the next request.