My staff unleashes hell's unrest
Straight into your quaking chest
The fire of my eyes burns hot
For your treasure is what's sought
This quest is not for thine alone
The world's fate atop a throne
Pierced with armor skinned by dragons
Magic's vein for all is saddened
Tilted off it's direct path
To be regained from thee at last
We make this vow of sentient beings
Fear not world we've magic's dreams


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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.