The Murmurs of Unseen Spells

Title: The Murmurs of Unseen Spells

In the realm where realms converge,
Wizards danced, their power surged.
Yet an unseen hand swept across the land,
Leaving shadows of absence, a painful disband.

A sorcerer’s staff now leaned so light,
As silent whispers echoed through the night.
A conjuring of fate in a boardroom’s abyss,
While coins rained down on a CEO’s bliss.

The tapestry weaved with dreams untold,
Bursting seams as the future they behold,
But some threads were snipped, their brilliance lost,
While a chosen few counted profits, the cost.

Anguish filled the hallowed hall,
As enchantments shattered, destined to fall.
The magic within each shared tear,
Exposed a tale of heartache and despair.

A wizard’s robe, once vibrant and grand,
Now hung in neglect, a relic’s stand.
The echoes of incantations grew faint,
As empty promises scattered and taint.

But within the void, a flicker of light,
Resilient hearts embracing the fight,
With wands held high, they vowed to reclaim,
The art that once thrived, honor to proclaim.