The Summoning

prismatic Dust floats in the air
chromatic Rust fights when it's near
Organic Crust brings me to clear
demonic Lust whispers I hear

strings of fire spring from my hand
smokes desire rise from the sand
dark conspire rips through the land

why must you lie to me
why can't you try with me
what could deny from me
strip the creature from me
How uncanny is me

I can't heal a man with no soul
we won't steal a soul as a whole

you can't steal thoughts from the wise
You can't always hide in disguise

battle the chalvery
destroyed the infantry
upheld the heraldry
withheld the archery
defied by the clergy

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