Energy

Moonlight

seeps into the room -

The glow

catching the edge of a robe.


Fabric trembling,

concealing,

a figure below.


Melodic chants,

low, whispered,

iced with pain.

Sudden gasps break the rhythm,

renewed breaths continue through.


Hands swiftly,

deftly

form the incantation,

stumble slightly,

determination pushing on.


Fingers bloodied and cracked from Power wielded,

and Power ultimately tamed.

A lone cloud blocks the light -

The air thickening with magic.


The robe

pools to the floor.

Sobs breaking.


Author: Bianca Pagani
Copyrighted by SalvationWriter Publishing 2009