I call thee elements
Elsen’s disciples
I’ve sat and thought, wondering
Will they come to my call
Has their instructions been ignored
Is that a dragons breath
Or is it the wind and her sister
That make me grin
Have they answered my call
Their Patron did instruct them
Will the wind make souls scream
Will the fire make their souls burn
Will the earth devour them
Will the rain scour them
Will the thunder send their hearts flying
Will Water wash them away
Will Ga drain their magic
Will emotion be torn
Will Ice betray
Will Dust hide their memories
Will Reflection show their ugliness
Through half shuttered eyes will I witness them
Elsen’s disciples all of them
I call thee Disciples
Feel the pain in the roots of my heart
Be apart of my vengeance
I fall into a dream
Blood oozes, into a wizards jar
Something keeps me still
Dogs howl and I grin
I call thee Disciples
Will the Wind scour
Will the Fire rage
Will the Earth flatten landscapes
Will the Thunder rattle bones
Will the Water flood
Will the Ga absorb
Will Emotion exaggerate
Will Ice flash freeze
Will Dust blanket memories
Will Reflection crush knowledge
A deep gash in my womb
Blood rushes as it contracts
No more creations
My pain, has need to be shared
Come to me Elsens disciples, be my vengeance.
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