Was tearing my brain out last night trying to poem (or even better, write). But I was only met by half-formed, half-baked ideas.

Here's one a friend suggestions I should share:

it was not a stormy day
and so the wizard wafted
into town, an afterthought
that meant nothing
in the larger scheme of things
though he destroyed them all.

and since I've posted that one, here are two other fragments:

Beware the petty mage
that spare changes
the liqour store.

and

flares of fleeting life
dancing amidst the death
fairy mayflies, the fire elves.

I really want to do something with those fire elves. They came from this silly fantasy race name generator.