Black magicians trilogy Tribute
Sonea cried as she staggered towards his body.
The tears fell, proving that it had broken her shell.
She lost her hood as his blood started to run in a small flood.
Akkarin, the man who had saved her.
Akkarin, the man who had loved her.
She squeezed his right hand while his other was in the sand.
His lips still carried that small smile.
The same smile that she had once thought was vile.
Now it was sad, beutiful and serene.
He was together with his loved one, the other loved one.
And she would do nothing to intervene...
So there you have it, my tribute poem to The black magicians trilogy. I have to say, this is the best book trilogy I've ever read. It kicks most of the books ass... that is if they had asses. Anyway if you like it and want more then please leave a comment and tell me which one you want me to write about. If it's something I don't know about then I can't make any promises, but I'll try!
