"Gaze Into My Eyes
My pale face
Shimmers in the starlight.
Framed by black hair,
My eyes shine and
Darken to midnight blue.
My aura is so controlled
That I am the essence of illusion,
The Mistress of Magic.
My hood falls back,
My cloak swept from
My narrow shoulders.
The staff I possess
Helps me not to walk,
But announces my presence;
Strong and slender,
It parallels my stance;
It is the instrument
That centers my thoughts,
Or will be wielded
For my defense. "
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This poem is currently ranked #3 out of 163 by my writing peers under this title.
[Please keep in mind I wrote this when I was about 18 years old!! :) ]
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