Mistica Chronicles

Welcome to Issue 47

Faint Winning Entry

What once was warm, now is cold
Blackened my heart as I grew old

Fire dances and Misticans prance
Waiting for a chance at gold

I stand tall
As I demand them all,
to bring the items I request

Yet I detest, this is life is not one of fun
,it is certainly no day in the sun

I watch from this fiery mountain
As those below seek my golden fountain

Such a place filled with such burning grace,
Watch out, or you might be effaced