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I really like the witchy and dark feels I'm getting from this. The vivid imagery and the two-sentence stanzas are done well and add a lot to the overall atmosphere - I did have to look up what sortilege meant though lol. Honestly, this poem reads to me as if its straight from a movie. I really liked it :).

Imagery is so good! you invoke so much thought with such little words.

I really enjoyed the rhythm and flow used for imagery , the first two stanzas flow so well and feel soft, almost makes me think of water. Following we have a stanza using this effect heavily, all those heavy consonants made me feel like I was trudging through that mud. I very much enjoyed the meter, using it with imagery was great!

***Fate***

&amp;#x200B;

Standing prostrate at river's edge,

I've walked as far as I can go.

&amp;#x200B;

To contemplate the sortilege,

I need to act while tide is low.

&amp;#x200B;

The pungent scent and acrid mud,

My feet sinking into the muck.

&amp;#x200B;

Upon the ground I spill my blood,

And pray for random change of luck.

&amp;#x200B;

I turn to head back up the hill,

Surrounded by a drizzly mist.

&amp;#x200B;

Deep in my bones I feel a thrill,

My invocation has been kissed.

&amp;#x200B;

But once I've reached the street once more,

The clouds begin to dissipate.

&amp;#x200B;

I feel as though I did before,

As only I control my fate.

&amp;#x200B;

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