All Mine (I Guess I’m in a Poetic Mood Today)

I stare across the void

Cracking my knuckles

And grinning like a fiend

Prismatic fire ripples

Across my arms

Held in front

To conduct my symphony

Raising mountains

And sinking seas

I make the warming sun

To bathe my world in light

I wander

Leaving life behind

Cities appear on my horizon

While swamps fester in my wake

Waiting for the creatures

Sleeping in my mind

Until my world is done

And they are delivered to their home

They obey me

Though they never know me

For I am their invisible creator

And this is my world

About Charles E Yallowitz

Charles Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.
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9 Responses to All Mine (I Guess I’m in a Poetic Mood Today)

  1. Leisa says:

    Brilliant as always

  2. rawencounterswithestella says:

    Love love love!!!

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