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    Master and overlord of all magics both good and evil
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    Writing poetry etc..., Reading the Cosmere, Military History, Mythology, as well as countless other interests. I am the all powerful creator and destroyer of worlds and realities. Poet, Author, Playwright, Screenwriter, Bibliophile a few titles of many that create the form of the enigma.

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                                Poem #16                      Imprisoned by choice?

    The waters are alive with a hidden soul chiseled from a source secreted far beyond the ability of eyes to scry. There is a calm, pure, complete, and undisturbed that makes this place its home. Violence is tossed aside and banished to the deepest of pits where not even the essence of nightmares dare. Winds caressing and speaking secrets softly in an almost hum flit lope about in this infinite plane. Neither night nor day obscures or reveals any deities at work holding back the wiles of mortal beings. Armies cannot touch this liquid jewel or try to tame its waters in a game of conquest. It is no prize to be taken to sate the greed of monarchs so petty that their drunk blades carve vast breaches in the tree of their kin. Flames do not come to present their challenges to their brother. Up above not even a bird can be perceived flying through the endless and most unyielding void. Are the secrets summoning malevolent gods to this place? Thunderheads suddenly crash and bring with them tempest winds. They roar in a unity that cannot be found in a forest of emerald teeming with fallible beasts. Torches thrown from on high stab the air as though to draw from it every ounce of lifeblood. Frantic waves shred the treasure once untouched even by the raw rage of primordial beings. Day and night still have no meaning, but now wrath is loose upon this once idyllic place. Spirits upon the gales seek out the forbidden vision which was denied to them for eons. Walls rise and fall creating chaos utterly unbound by any kind of law or sacred commandment. What remains of shackles descend into a faraway chasm at the heart of what once was. When this will end none can know. A force unhindered floats away into the anarchy to chart its own path.

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