A Poet’s Sorcery Poem by Dark Cloud

I focus my mind
While in sight I perceive
A fundamental sorcery
I now begin to weave
Oh delicate light!
Levitate in the palm of my hand
Though slowly unravel
Like an opened book in front of a fan
And as you swirl as would a galaxy
My intangible pieces of light
I shall murmur incantations
To constantly fuel your might!
Dark clouds begin to descend
And with them the sound of thunder
I can smell the burning of the trees
That will later turn into sunder
Tis a small price that must be paid!
For my ideal world to come into light
Though so power the wind I create
Tis almost impossible for me to keep sight!
My dark cloak wisps in the air
As I focus my mind to perceive
A world with my darkness
Though through it I must achieve!