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by: ZariusCorten on Dec 08, 2011

OK... frankly, not sure if this is a spell or just me cranking out more poetry. I was, while not drunk, certainly inebriated when this came to me, which is when I do most of my poetry. I wouldn't ask normally, but this is nothing even remotely similar to my normal poetry while drinking. Nor, in fact, was I even close to my normal level of intoxication while writing this. Further more, the feeling while I was writing this was completely different from what I normally feel while writing poetry.

Normally, poems just come to me. This, I kept going back and revising. I didn't even feel entire in control of myself while I was writing it. This was also in an entirely different format from my normal poems, so far as rhythmic style goes.

So, what I ask is two fold:
1) If this is a spell or not.
2) If this IS a spell, what it might even be.

Yeah, I do realize that I am probably asking a lot with not a lot of information to go off of, but it's bugging me like no tomorrow is coming.

Possibly pertinent info about me:
1) I am chaotic by nature.
2) I specialize in magic that is best done with enormous energy, rather than any particular level of skill
3) I have a personality verging on animalistic, and pack-like, similar to that of a wolf.
4) My poetry tend to be extremely dark when I drink, and only semi-chaotic, less chaotic than my mindset is normally, but still more chaotic than the average schmoe.
5) the closest thing to a worshiped patron I have is Loki the Red, though I don't actually worship anything.

Hopefully these pieces of my personality will assist you in your reading of this... thingy I came up with today. Please help me out, if you can. If not, thanks for at least reading it.


flaming dark
light the night
holy blight upon the card,
evil bringing peace to shard

dead of day
life of night
Ocean's warmth upon the hearth,
sun's chill upon the earth

call those gone
exile to the present
drinking clean hemlock
eating poisoned gold

now for life
now for exit
now for light
now for night

the world stops
the world turns
life ends with the start of the new
death ends with the end of the old