.Magic.
With a tap
with a swish
of my wrist
Towers dissipate
lovers' hearts break
and planet's twirlings end
I have power
like you have never seen
no earthly force can stop me
Worlds and fairies and beasts and men
chattel and Barons and knaves
spring to breath or to death
It is all at my command
I do not need a wand, a scepter, or staff
if you break those I will use a feather, or dust
Regardless of my tools I will keep wielding
ever waxing stronger in my art
for it stems not from devices, but my heart
Yet, although I have great power,
and cannot be stopped by you
my own source of strength can falter...
...Can turn silent and useless
a betrayal of blood origin
my own flesh and matter
For you see
this art of mine,
which holds Hades and Life in its grip
Is not magic
or witchcraft
or murder
I simply write.
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