My third submission for the Enchanted Artists' Visions of Atlantis book.
Accompanying poem:
The Sorceress and the Fall
She's the calm in the storm.
Her fury is born.
Her magick has been brought to life.
The candle burns bright
In the moonlit night.
The spell causes untold strife.
Her staff is adorned
With symbols, well-worn
Of the five elements of her craft.
Lightning crashes,
Furiously dashes,
As her chant is recited, she laughed
The buildings tumble,
And you hear the rumble.
Atlantis is viewing it's doom.
Forever to dwell
In the ocean. Farewell.
An existence aquatic will loom.
As the orb glows,
Her ire, it grows.
There's no safety for any at all.
The city in pieces.
Civilization ceases.
The sorceress and the fall.
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