Incantation Inquisition

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Magisterial babble
lingered in a void it couldn't fill,
horizontal candles turning
to melt futility.
Whispered conjuring,
the tribunal's forbidden feminine
fearing what she could do with her own mind.

Nevermore tragic hands,
spread fate between splayed fingers,
the course sand scorching,
running after the ignorant cries.
Furor building within,
she could do what she could do,
no longer caring who knew.

©February 2017, February 2022
Christina Anne Hawthorne

About Christina Anne Hawthorne

Alive and well in the Rocky Mountains. I'm a fantasy writer who also dabbles in poetry, short stories, and map making. My Ontyre tales are an alternative fantasy experience, the stories rich in mystery, adventure, and romance. Alternative fantasy? Not quite steampunk. Not quite gothic. In truth, the real magic is in those who discover what's within.
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