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There he stands, hands held high;
The mighty mage reaches up to the sky.
The power of a god is what he craves;
eternal madness is what he saves.
To get revenge on his ancient foe,
And strike him down with a magical blow.
The power comes forth, from below,
As he laughs, his hands start to glow.
The flames break forth from his hands,
In many multicolored fiery bands.
Now is his chance to strike,
And so he begins his deadly hike…
- by philelectricguitar |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/23/2008 |
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- Title: The Mage
- Artist: philelectricguitar
- Description: A short poem, about a evil mage, who want to get revenge on his enemy, so he calls forth the power of he** to take his revenge. Also, if you comment, please also let me know how the picture is. Please comment!
- Date: 12/23/2008
- Tags: mage revenge
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Comments (3 Comments)
- hikuninza - 10/20/2014
- Maybe you could describe "below" more. For some reason, I thought you were talking about a feeling.
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- HawtEmOx3 - 12/23/2008
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I dont get it x.x. Need more deail
at least i give you 3/5 - Report As Spam
- Calvicus - 12/23/2008
- Make sure that everything is in the same tense. You went from present to past a lot.
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