Hallowed Halls

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Nov 14, 2026 

Hallowed
halls,
of stone
and fire.
Blazing
flames,
glowing
hearths,
cauldrons
bubbling.
Steaming.
Creating.
Gods
on high
creation
designing.
Alchemy
of the
heavens.
A sorcerer’s
touch.
Spinning
creation
infinite.
As with
Valhalla
or Mount
Olympus.
Gods,
gazing
down from
a different
realm.
So do
today’s
sorcerers.
Dwelling
in the
cloud.
Looking
around
at a
changing
world.
Wielding
world
altering
power,
god like.
New worlds
await.
Altering
all.

 

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