Here is another attempt to explain the picture presented for Free Write Friday…
Alone on the rocks, the shape waited placidly
I say shape for it was but that of a mere boy
However countless years were contained within
As if this magical life were just another toy.
He wove the magic of the spell with great care
Knowing all that was happening around him for miles
Feeling the coming of the undead his foe had sent
Waiting to undo this spell, waiting with his smiles.
The mists hid little to his highly trained senses
Little did he care for the risks he now beheld
Eons of time they had played this waiting game
Once again it came down to the woven words he spelled.
Small at first was the beginning of the flame
Taking its shape like that of a giant snake
Like the cracking of a whip it flew across space
Gone they were, only the slight touch did it take.
So off with a smile did he saunter once again
A slight wave to the cat that would yet be caged
He could feel the anguish from the old adversary
He’d be back once more to test after his ire had raged.