Tuesday, August 13, 2019

Locus, a poem

Locus

A wizard needs the proper locus
if he is to fully focus
on his spells and hocus-pocus.

He must have his place of power,
a lonely room high in a tower,
to call up demons that bow and cower!

They obey his every command —
at least those they understand —
they are his left and right hand.

So look away on a moonless night
when you spy the wizard light,
high and distant — a frightening sight!

Stephen Brooke ©2019

after the supposedly 'serious' poem in my last post, something silly

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