Poetry

The Eye

The eye of the wizard
opens wide in the
blue hours
when night begins
to sense the coming day
The middle time
twixt the twain
with neither strong
enough to hold sway
Behold the eye
of the wizard
piercing the divide
Unbroken gaze
Drawing power
through the haze

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