The Draconic Wizard Workshop

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by Medivh Aran Chromatath

Originally written June 2, 2025.

Have you ever missed a place like a sister

You have long left behind?

You haven't walked her halls or heard her laugh

Or the twang of the harpsichord and the echoing howl

Of the wind through the organ

Playing for no one, or silent, with none to hear.

Have you ever missed her windows that glow

Every dawn and dusk, painting her empty

Dining room and messy library with bloody

And golden Light?

Do you ever think of her crumbling alone in the Pass,

Passed by, every traveler fearing her accursed tongue

And not daring to spare her a glance? Does she miss you

As she slowly falls apart? As her vision

Blurs and her recollections warp? As she lies abandoned

Off the road?

How many years has it been since you spoke to stone

Halls and gilded pillars, dusty books and winding stairs?

How long since you got lost in visions

And rooms

And fraying threads of that rug you always meant to replace

And swirling dust in daylight

And the sky afterwards, through the thick winding eye

Of the telescope?

How long since the stars winked at you both together, you

Standing in her shadow, long and imposing and home?