Challenge
"The mind is a wand," the sorcerer said.
"What is thy favorite spell?"
A spell to let the poets breathe,
whose lyrics make the flowers teethe.
A hex to make the mountains sigh,
the wind to cry,
the ghosts to die.
Of myriad makings—
a child's tear, the Devil's fear, a party's cheer,
a spell that takes the world from its black sheathe.
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