Thursday, April 26, 2007

Aaron's Sorcery

to Michael Moorcock

Reading primordial words,
red runes carved
and stained
on polished burl,
he shifts his shepherd’s staff
into his sinister hand.

He casts it onto ferrous rock,
where it slithers into silver shade,
seeking its chaotic source,
stunned into being
by a steady whisper.

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