School Of Wizards

Wizard School

Terror seized me as I felt my vocal chords twang,
My jaw creaked, eyes transfixed where the balance might hang.
A thumping in the head like a hot sword in the brain,
Just added to the fear and the hammer like pain.
Most wizards were evenly matched and protected by spells,
Some black wizards grew so powerful they seemed immortal.
But I was strong I had been in battles before,
As I crossed the polished chessboard like marble floor.
I dived for cover lightning bolts arched into the castle door.
Chanting mystical symbols of arcane power,
I float upwards towards another section of the tower.
A suit of armour jumps of its fixing stand,
Sword and shield readied in invisible hands.
Vorpal blade went whoosh-snack,
As he tried to strike I countered back.
Ball of flame shattered the vorpal blade in two,
Another ripped a hole into the armour exploding through.
What next to challenge my power,
My eyes scanned the eves of the tower.
Saran or ball of power glowed crimson red,
This meant that danger lay up ahead.
The explosions filled the room with fine yellow crystal shards,
To my surprise in the corner invisible opponents were seated at a table
playing cards.
An owl sat perched on a seat watching my every move,
As if he was my judge and I had something to prove.
I approached a full-length gilded mirror,
It blocked my way, my reflection was my barrier.
Casting a spell could I pass?
Gently I walked into the glass.
Out of the other side I stepped into a large hall,
Gargoyles laughed and giggled from above on the dark walls.
A bit of dust shook itself free and floated down from the beams,
Suddenly a gargoyle broke from the wall laughing now screams.
My staff smashed on the parapet chipping up sparks In the stone,
Arcane power fused from my core unleashed in a cone.
I missed, the gargoyle darted right,
Evil red glowing eyes still burned bright.
My face was a blowlamp it glowed crimson red,
Suddenly the gargoyle plummeted towards me aimed for my head.
Gargoyle smashed into a force field,
Rolling to a halt on the floor still it would not yield.
Casting a holding spell I fixed the stone beast in vice like
glue,
Lightning bolt shot, my next aim was true.
Smile turned to terror as the beast exploded in three,
Owl clapped its wings hooting with glee.
I had passed the test; my robe had turned pink,
A quill scribbled a pass grade my name proudly displayed in ink.