The Hill of Sorcery

As you exit the temple of the sword of truth, a serenity fills your heart; knowing the presence is within you, with grace your feet depart. A trickle of radiance flows into your soul, a blessing from the angels high; guiding your steps into a path unknown, where hidden mysteries lie…

And you enter.

A humming magic fills the air, an arcane, melodic flair; as you journey into the whispering woods, seeking the artefact’s lair. Orbs of music and wisps of wind, dance in the encroaching night; as the twilight expands its gloomy reign, devouring the remainder of the light. Ravens call and shadows shift, below the moonlit earth; as remnants final of the evening sun, descend into the darkened girth. Wolves howl and sirens scream, into the starry sky; as the enchanted forest creaks and groans, its mysteries ever so sly…

And the path begins to end.

Before your eyes lie a darkened hill, of sorcery and evil instil. A forlorn gate lay open bare, to howls and shrieking shrill. Unquiet spirits move to and fro, their hunger unsatisfied. Yet the air is deathly stagnant still, with tension petrified…

And they see you.

And your torch dies.

The shadows encroach upon your feet, whispering doubt into the mind: What have you come so far to seek, that futility you may find? Death stirs in its hooded form, whilst darkness covers you blind: Will destruction befall your destiny, by fate so cruel maligned?

And you are afraid.

You falter in your steps, frozen by the shadows’ glare; as the darkness envelops you, drawing you into its snare. A coldness descends, petrifying the air; as fear grips your heart, imprisoning you in its lair…

With the last of your fading faith, you wield your shining blade; calling upon its healing fire, requesting for divine aid. The sword ignites in flames of fury, scattering the shadows’ reign; as light emerges from the burning steel, splendid and sovereign…

But the shadows hunger, they desire your soul; they seek to enter, to consume you whole. Surrounding the light, they gather and rear; instilling in your heart, the curse of fear…
But you shall persevere.

With loyal faith you were to darkness called, to end its evil blight; and with your strength invested thus, shall remake all things right. With power divine you were raised, and with its flames baptised; and the truth in your spirit strong, shall defeat the enemy’s lies…

The angelic host sees your undying love, and whispers to your soul - plant the sword into the earth, and your victory shall be whole. But as the shadows writhe and edge closer in, you doubt your divine role; and even the voice of the heavens high, can barely calm nor console…

But you believe.

Speaking the name of heaven high, into the earth you plunge the blade; as tongues of flame swirl in ecstasy, from the sword to emanate. They twist and dance in fiery bloom, expanding into a consuming blaze; devouring the shadows of darkness’ blight, with their burning radiant rays…

As the darkness fades, seeking to escape, to flee; a peace tranquil settles within, a pleasant blessed be. A kindness still manifests therein, as your eyes begin to see; the dawn of the morning sun, its light annealing thee…

You look around, at the restored earth, delivered from sorcery, into goodness’ girth. A contentment still rests within, an intuition sublime, as satisfaction descends therein, an euphoria divine…

So you take your newfound strength, imbued with a power grand, and continue along the journey, to a distant unknown land. And before your sight, the path is restored, passing through the hill, to realms unexplored.

And to the next artefact you proceed, to honour your divine accord!