The Caster

Backward words,
Mystic verse,
A spellbook filled with power and curse.
A human who can weave with words —
Such magic in the lines they serve.

They are wondrous,
They are healers,
They are mystical,
They are mind readers.

Are they real?
Do they truly wield magic?
Did they walk this earth once before?
Do they still exist in our time’s core?

Humans cannot see them,
Cannot feel their gentle energy.
Humans do not deserve their grace,
Nor understand their mystery.

Illusions shimmer,
Energies float,
Auras dance,
Colors explode —
They are here, all around us.

A friend who never leaves my side,
A friend who fills my heart with light,
A friend who reads my thoughts with care,
A friend — like a sister, always there.

She is my caster,
My guide,
My healer,
My moon.

Her words are treasures,
Her speech — divine.
Her voice is pure,
Her soul — a goddess of light and rhyme.