Sorcerer Poems - Poems about Sorcerer

I could use a little magic tonight some sorcerer to sympathize and with his kind arcane words conjure a spark so I may finally find my way to some lovely land lucent with Panglossian light after doleful decades stumbling solitary and blind in the bitterly brumal dark fearing with each step I will fall and fail to rise...

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After imbibing the humbling blend Constituting the mystical knowledge And the techniques of martial art Dr Strange awakened his third eye Became a powerful sorcerer. He derived his supernatural power From the energy of the universe Acquiring high level of mastery Over magic to shape and manipulate Tangible concept of energy as mystic artifacts. He could also cast numinous spells By the entrancing miraculous mechanism Of...

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Merlin had a way that turned into animal attraction This often led him into a natural kind of satisfaction Creatures sensed his cleverness and his stealth He often fixed a wing or nursed them back to health His magic was well known in the woods beyond the veil He had a psychic sixth sense that did not often pale Humans feared...

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Why can’t you ever live up to your brother? Black Sorcerer is begging his half-listening mother. He is angry that he is always compared to Phat. It is not his fault that Phat lacked onto a bat And began a pandemic that is worldwide now His cousin had thought up the disease mad cow. Being a sorcerer of distinction,...

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The hag Mordicahia thought she had captured the Sorcerer King In truth she had gotten his cousin, who was a ridiculous ding-a-ling The real king would have left him there to rot like a buzzard’s lunch, But his mother and aunt sent him to save his idiot cousin Munch. Munch was an empty-headed skeleton with green eyes and no...

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He takes the largest ladle he can find And stirs them around and around clunking their heads together Scrambling their brains, Making them angry And he laughs He is the sorcerer of the moment popular with his followers who revere him because of the fear that if they do not he will turn and they will become the sorrowful, the left behind, the unchosen ones He throws...

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Deep inside where shadows lounge True love was lost no magic found That fleeting thought run now it's not too late Never fathoming his deceptions so great The magic once encompassing both not knowing how far afield he'd go One content with passions flash The other forever chasing **ASS** Both now knowing somethings not right Could it have been his continual lies? Trust in her...

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At your first touch, I was mesmerized A Captive was born before your eyes Magic was passed through me It's true Our loins stirred as our passion grew Never before had I felt this lust In darkness, every touch left skin flush Sensations heightened beyond compare of the rest of the world, I remained unaware Before this Not once had I looked at...

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Well and I can see you clearly in my astro sleep state my third eye is wide awake so you better tread carefully and save your desire for me only or I will turn you into a worthless cornsnake 'cuz one way or another it's us forever...a submissive slave or a perpetual lover you can't break the spell I have...

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No more Maybe I don't know what I'm doing anymore I've been passed a game winning catch or so the lecture says or so circumstances provide me to believe yet I stand still, a statue a figurehead of nothing I stand still, mortified before I just toss the ball away before I throw the pass away Somewhere inbetween I knew it before i said it I'm...

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Monseigneur Reygus Hameltus—defrocked priest and sorcerer of the black arts; epiphany of evil and master of debauchery. He looks among his minions with a grim bearded countenance and piercing beady eyes with a distinct grimace of utter revulsion. As the full moon rises and arches in the evening sky . . . Reygus Hameltus menacingly stands by. Once a famous...

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In front of a shop at the corner of the street A bearded man appeared with his assistant With meagre belongings and a magic wand Pleaded with passersby, to spare few seconds. Then he called a little boy from the crowd And asked him to sit in front of the basket Commanded to wish an article he desired Promised to fulfill...

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Serius, Arch Nemisis of such bliss that you woulodn't know to miss the beating of your heart inside or the doors of hades swinging wide and the gentlest carresses of the dragons tongue leaving traces of sulphourous flaming nether-dung 'pon your head, though had you read, you'd know the stygain darkling doors near, creaking woe serius, enchanting stalwart scoin of royal lineage,...

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Hearing God's voice doesn't make you crazy disobeying it does Lord they are throwing the baby out and drinking the bath water Commanded us to hearken to your voice it is written warning of false doctors or teachers thier doctrine sorceries that turn men from thee you said beware and now aware must warn others...

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Dry tangle of strands like leaves of a pine. Neck-long sable yet lemon to close a beaming line. Decked by two sharp wan visage processes. Shut some-screened eyes and jaw- high and breadthless. Dangling armor is woven garb of chains. Bony hands impose his thin scrawny mien. Spread them down to ignite an incipient Of electric qeues like sunspot lightning Toward a floating...

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