Zephyros

SECRET SUMMONINGS In the quiet, old ancetral home, You found a book, left all alone. Its leather cover, worn with age, Symbols flickering, secrets caged. Within its pages, magic old, Charms and formulas, tales untold. Summoning rites, strange and deep, An ancient art you chose to keep. Out of boredom, a spark of doubt, You thought, "What harm could it be about?" To the parlor, with candle and page, You followed the rites, setting the stage. A circle of chalk, herbs scattered wide, A flickering flame by your side. The words, though strange, rolled off with ease, As the room hummed, the air to seize. The house grew darker, time slowed still, And you realized the power of your will. The spell was cast, no turning back, As arcane secrets began to crack.