Witch Tower – By Kibbolt

Daily Poetry - Mage Hunter edition

A mighty pylon serves as the focal point of our journey,
a vicious tendril – pitch black and purple.
A memorable landmark among the thorny mountains as its corruption spreads.
Beasts and flora fell victim to its wicked magic, warping into abominations.

An invisible eye gaze over us, washing us in an aura of intimidation.
We were warned to leave.
But I faced a dragon. I will not. As for my companions…

I will remind them we are more fearsome.

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