The Feral Spirit Summoners Poem
The shadow contains an aura of purple light masked in darkness.
The energy is radiant.
The Feral Spirt has come out to forage.
Where is it feeding.
Good with a touch of evil.
Claws sharp as jagged stones
The cat like image hosts no fool.
Wise enough to be free of bone.
With teeth that fade into the darkened pool.
As evil ignites this beast in battle.
It's size, shape, and teeth begin to sharpen.
A skilled summoning can create from these kittens sheer lions in battle.
To tear in it's beauty would not be rare.
This pretty pussy cat is entirely fair.
The Feral Spirt begins purring.
The snarl from within it's cheeks grows immensely should anyone step in it's direction.
To summon this beast for good or evil is the summoners choice in direction.
To summon this beautiful creature of the night is to stand with mouth gaping open in delight.
The beautiful color fills all the world it's near.
The Feral Spirt must be cat called without fear.
Hear this script as it was written long ago.
The favorite pet of the King.
The Feral Spirt summoners poem must be whistled.
First chirp thrice.
Whistle twice.
One tap on the nose.
Count down from three in silence.
The astonishing vapors of manifestation should rise.
Look up into the Feral Spirit's eyes.
If you have failed to call this kitty just right.
Than clap your hands once and it shall arrive.
No summoner of life can be refused by life.
The Feral Spirt's independence may keep it sleeping for a while.
Should the summoner need to clap their hands.
The kitten may be revealed before the lion.
Should the kitten come on time.
Three, two, one.
"Poof."
The King has scribed this as the sound when a Feral Spirt arrives.
When the hair on the neck begins to stand.
That shall be the feeling upon the summoner in the presence of a violet Feral Spirit.
First it begins purring.
Than it appears to lick.
The face begins tingling.
Before long the Feral Spirt responds as it was meant to respond when summoned.
May this feline creature remind you of it's shadows aura.
Please ensure to respect the beauty of this @SteemMonster.
The sense of this kitten is acute.
Why wouldn't it be?
The Feral Spirit is cute as it can be ferocious.
Summon at thy own risk should ye attempt to summon without the summoning of life.
Elaborations further no longer exist.
It's said a fire spirt stripped the last of the poem.
It's legend the Feral Spirit's attack summons spells that cast magical balls of fire in tournament.
Summoners Poem
by
@Sutter
http://www.christiansutter.com
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