Cormac’s First Monologue

there is not enough power

anywhere

to influence the wretched behavior pushing life along at a burning rate

a departure to nowhere may be needed

a feat currently out of my reach

i am not able enough to determine how or why my presence exists on these lands bound by orbit

a domain with little space & resources for our pursuit of more needs

& gloom & blame can bring down the sun

i too have been distracted by cosmic pain & anguish

my studies & practice have wavered into the corner of the Hermit

not good

the only magic to be conjured is dark & dangerous

a valid base to evolve for the better

not to dwell & incubate more of the same

i am ready to continue with a cleanse of my own making

even if the most it can be is a sparkle in the eyes for all to see

or simply more time for somber hope & meditation

the radius of land & water i am familiar with is easy to disappear among

i need to rise from my barrel & flex the intent i have summoned

mostly gold

into the air

onto the streets

& deep within what is calling below us all

with a soft reach into the abyss above

i will, i must

i am compelled by the Lady & Hunter

Blessed Be!

*thanks for reading, i'm just developing a witchy story & figuring Cormac's full intent, their world & inter-dimensional reach to the other characters i have in mind. writing out monologues or prose helps.