famtasy

My Mage

My Mage

By JFarrell

 

My mage,

May not be a mage

(haven’t decided yet);

But

My story will have a dragon,

And my dragon needs a mage,

Someone who commands magic

Magician and dragon is like

Tom and Jerry

Can’t have one without the other.

 

So, my magician….

Has long, thin fingers,

To manipulate the elements,

Delicate fingers,

To weave his symbols of conjuring,

Setting the world around him ablaze,

Or encasing it in ice, preserving it.

Expressive fingers,

Tender fingers…

So tender, I want to be caressed by them,

To control the elements, and use those same fingers to convey their love for me,

Wow!

I gotta work on them fingers more.

 

And I know it’s a cliche, a stereotype,

But the eyes are piercing.

Don’t know the colour, yet,

But,

All that power,

That responsibility,

The eyes convey wisdom, truth,

Trust, loyalty

And ,

Always searching for truth

What he, or she, sees isn’t everything,

So they always look,

And I mean REALLY look

To see what you are hiding.

 

And, I’m so ashamed it took this long to consider,

Maybe, my mage is a she

(am I really that sexist? I so apologise, I thought I was better than that)

 

 

But,

 

This is how my mage is born.

As with my dragon,

They are here now.

 

My dragon is sooooooooooo beautiful :)

I wanna cry

And, my mage so heroic

I would love to be my mage.

 

I bet your dragons (and rainbows)

Are more beautiful,

More majestic,

Than mine :)

 

Please,

Tell me;

I would really love to see,

And

Stand in awe.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

can i really write a book?

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