There, on the mountains, with the desert below

The Ring of Enchantment shines brightly, aglow

On the hot sand, she stands, awaiting your arrival

Hoping you’ll adapt to the heat, for your survival

A warning, she echoes, though quite unconcerned

Dare not touch the ring, for alas, you’ll be burned

By the power it holds, from the orb’s beaming rays

Perhaps it is better, if you turned, walked away

But, there’s no chance of that, this ring is of gold

You never break the pull, of the sun and her hold

 

November Writing Prompt – The Ring of Enchantment – Day 20/30

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