Dark enchantment


Wizard

The wizard taps his magic stick
and all the forest, silence coming...
Witches stir their magick, quick...
for they hear the steady drumming
of the gnomes, deep in the trees.
Faeries, pixies, flee in fright
for darkness swarms into the leas
and carries there an awful sight...
the mysteries of autumn night.



Poetry by Lavender
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Written on 2008-08-07 at 04:39

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tobias wedin
Your texts are a splendid read! This one kind of reminded me of Gong and how they gladly blended psychedelia with farietales. Lovely!
2010-04-09


J. E.
Magical indeed, well done! Thanks for sharing!
2009-11-02


Kathy Lockhart
I see it all through your poetic imagery. it is magic!
2008-08-13


Rob Graber
A wonderful poem--definitely 'full of wonder'! I love the meter and the rhyme scheme.
2008-08-12


M Heathcote
Much enjoyed your poem and your mystical vogues in to nature always bring a smile" to my face. Mark x
2008-08-09