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

 

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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

 

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