hexagram

 
rising from the embers I burn
completing the circle

with a call to the North... I rise
with a call to the South...rise
with a call to the East...rise
with a call the West...rise

centered I focus
my energy goes out and up
attracted by the grey pulses
astray thoughts for me....sting

I begin to cast for a hedge of protection
my soul opens a portal and I peer into the void
in my hour of need I plead with the spirits
do my bidding

invoking my natural abilities I reach the center of the problem
tasting of sulfur a foul demon steps forward against me
my guardians appear from the shadows
striking quickly
down goes a demon then like smoke more come forth
it's a brutal battle

my guards bearing the royal arms
fiercely loyal upon their honor... fight
blood speaks it is their right to cast them down into the pit
outlaws of the horde will not prevail
then poof, they disappear with one last sinister request
let us taste her

kiss the onyx veil
this is our Queen
denied, their thick rolling energy expands then disappears