Cast (an acrostic poem)

Concrete concepts about ethereal energies

Allowed Marcus to start to subtle shades of unseeable colors

So he sent his will into the void to draw a picture of what he wanted

The art bloomed into reality.  It was magical



Solstice (an acrostic poem)

Softly the darkness rained down

Obscuring the distance

Leaving me feeling lonely and lost

Still I pressed onward

Trying to find a place of warmth

I thought I saw a flicker in the distance

Coming closer I felt hope grow

Eventually the light bloomed