Rift – By Kibbolt
A Mage Hunter poem about a crazed wizard
Stones defying gravity
in an atmosphere of chaotic colors.
Turbulent mana maddening the spirits
on a treacherous trek towards the chaos wizard.
A battle unseen, barely comprehensible.
Our eyes struggle to this alien realm.
Stomach-churning vertigo, as hearts primed in anxiety – ready to explode at any moment.
Mind, body, and spirit assaulted on all fronts by everything and nothing.
We know this is all wrong,
an unbearable itch to make it stop.
Yet we’re compelled towards impossible answers to make sense of it all,
charmed away from the madman causing it all.
Or to run away from it all.
Or to stand tall,
and into madness we’d fall.