My 3rd Entry for the Enchanted Artists' Visions of Atlantis book. The accompanying poem: The Sorceress and the Fall Shes the calm in the storm. Her fury is born. Her magick has been brought to life. The candle burns bright In the moonlit night. The spell causes untold strife. Her staff is adorned With symbols, well-worn Of the five elements of her craft. Lightning crashes, Furiously dashes, As her chant is recited, she laughed The buildings tumble, And you hear the rumble. Atlantis is viewing its doom. Forever to dwell In the ocean. Farewell. An existence aquatic will loom. As the orb glows, Her ire, it grows. Theres no safety for any at all. The city in pieces. Civilization ceases. The sorceress and the fall.