wizened elder of the arts
a flow to catch, a song to start
for merrily the craftsman builds
awakening his tactile will
an invocation leaves his lips,
a subtle sign with fingertips
a delve combines capacity,
a challenged wit, veracity
new sigils breached, inspired grasp
soothes conjured will towards plann'ed task
when space is time and black glows white
where air hangs heavy with delight
what finds the spirits called for sight,
awaiting passage into night
his cracked, contorting ancient frame
engaged with spectral dancing flame
known as above so found below
like flicker'ing light's true source unknown