Black magic cauldron dry
Bubbled, black, bedazzled skies
Overhang the cluster beneath
Fragments steeped in ancient history
A waterfall of emeralds
Flows its course
Bandaging sockets wide and young
Consumed in lacquer
Basting in amethyst
Marinated by the promising
Empty potions
Blackened spells
Coerced the rivers
Until the mystery quells
3 ladies
Depart the land
Into caverns
With but one eye
Yet futures are known
Swimming in cauldrons
Once jet and onyx
With power so bold
Swirl did the visions
Pronounced by sharp waves
Oh how the magic fades
Oh how the crystal cracks
Oh how the bubbles subside
Been kind of absent from the sharing scene this week. But thought I'd make a concerted effort today to get a piece into OLN over at D'verse, Still had the water thought going from the other day, so a piece of this poem is paying homage so to speak, for the prompt I missed the other day. Cheers!
