The Shaman

An epic wind
Filled in the room
Filling spirits like a tomb

And to defend
This icy space
The shaman sat to face

To find some answers
To fight the dark
In the air she drew the mark

Of an elder god
Seldom seen
One who live in between

She took the rod
And wove it in the air
And spirits the answered there

Telling of darkness
Destined to come
From the old asylum

Weaving madness
For darker days
Setting cities ablaze

With insane fear
And spiritual torment
Of those who should lie dormant

The shaman shed a tear
Grabbed her spear
And caused the spirits to disappear

She lit odd candles
Made strange signs
On the floor, odd designs

And spoke in chants
Ancient to all
From before the old one’s fall

And summoned a swarm
Without delay
And sent it on its way

Though small inn form
Its power was great
Removing all suffering and hate

To the asylum it went
And found it’s pray
And turned the dark one back to clay

The shaman was spent
But the dark one fell
And now everything was well