Friday, July 3, 2015

A Sorcerer's Sonnet

A word of wisdom's any that we say
A lord of wizards' orders, we obey
Accord with powers, astral, fell, or fey.
Affording us the might to light the way.

A horde of warriors, we aptly slay
A sword of water washes fools away
We will the winter winds to whip and flay
To freeze our foes who know they'll die today

Transmuting gold from lead, and life from clay
Transporting from afar without delay
To us, "impossible" is children's play
We overshadow gods to whom men pray

With warlords, kings, and sultans we parlay
Ally with us or life's the price you'll pay