Harmony & Balance (Original Poetry)

A powerful God among my right
But feeble among the Ancients.
Magick dances at my fingertips
Yet I tremble at the
Architecture of those before me.
I know my place
And here I stand
To reclaim my rightful throne.
To rule as many
In Harmony to serve
The Great Balance
That forever spins our worlds.
Spiraling towards a center
Where we all must face Extinction.
Only to rise from the Ashes...
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
From dust we were born
And to dust we will return.
The cycle onward...
Does it end?

Amethyst Midnight