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I think it was just a century ago

Yes, I’m certain it wasn’t much longer

When I cast the spell of fire’s light

Twas then I became much stronger


Making colors dance, in rhythmic circles

While, below, Earth lit up the night

I stood high, above the mountain tops

Watching clouds, with mysterious light


Magical spells, calling forth my sisters

Let them rise in celebrated breath

Let them shine their light, in the darkness

Giving purpose, to their immortal death


I could feel my sisters, gathered around me

One’s who had passed, still in their prime

Banished by those, who misunderstood

I knew know, it was nearly my time


This promise, I make, to those before

I will never let you be cast aside

For you are the fire, burning in my soul

The reason you shall never be denied


May Writing Prompt:  The century of certainty – Day 26/31

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