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The Wizard

Gazing into a pool of dreams, figures dance through time,
As a swirling haze of purple hues are stirred in abstract design.
Fragments of shadows and imagery, cast reflections in its wake,
Of a past that has already been written, and a future left to make.

Casting spells with energies are pulling from your hands,
Gathered from the universe, given to wizards among man.
Feeling the rush from within, as the forces gather around,
Grasping for some reigning control, as elements surround.

Calling upon the earth and seas, of fire and the four winds,
Powers of overwhelming strategy, to your will, they will bend.
Changing, shifting and creating a new and present life,
The future will tend to itself; cutting time with a knife.

You come to rest in the ancient oak, and whisper among the leaves.
You see the rise and fall of empires; like dust upon the breeze.
Resting until called upon to unravel the many riddles of man,
An ancient wizard sleeps away, through the hourglass of sands.
Written by theskyatdawn2
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Author's Note
I believe in magic in many forms.
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