The Spell Weaver

She weaves her spells like a spider spins her web,

With intricate patterns, and threads of magic so fine,

She is the spell weaver, the mistress of the craft,

And in her hands, she holds the power of the divine.

She casts her spells with a flick of her wand,

And the world is forever changed,

She bends the rules of time and space,

And in her wake, there is a magic so strange.

The spell weaver knows the secrets of the earth,

The language of the wind, and the songs of the sea,

She dances with the spirits, and sings with the stars,

And in her heart, there is a magic so free.

She is the keeper of the mysteries of the universe,

The guardian of the unknown and untamed,

She is the spell weaver, the queen of the craft,

And in her presence, there is only magic and light.

So beware, all you who dare to cross her path,

For the spell weaver's magic is both wild and fierce,

And in her hands, she holds the power to heal and harm,

To create and destroy, with a single word or a mere flick of her wrist.

-new king