Land of Magic - Poem

The mixture of magic with fear,
Was but an abomination.

Risking lives,
To save but the One.

It was the way,
It was always meant to be.

Diffusing the calm air,
Broke into the night,
A roar so thunderous.

Cry as the people might,
The savior was far away.

It was sixteen years agoa,
As a baby he was brought
And now it was time,
To be whisked away.

No looming threat,
But the air held the tension.

Flying off into the air,
They took off into the night.

To protect the kingdom,
They were ready to with their own lives.