A Street Cant incantation to ignite truth, burn illusion,
and summon the phoenix’s whisper.
Yo, scratch that silence, light the wick,
I spit flame from the beard, real quick.
Ink in my veins, ash in my spit,
truth don’t hide when the verse legit.
Snap the scroll, fold the beat,
words hit hard like boots on street.
Feather flash, tail twist,
phoenix rise from a poet’s fist.
Blue light hummin’, foam on wall,
I cast from the edge where echoes crawl.
No wand, no staff, just tongue and breath,
I rhyme through rebirth, dodgein’ death.
Cabinet closed, but I got keys,
each line unlocks what the eye don’t see.
Chair’s empty, but I ain’t alone,
my myth walks loud in a quiet tone.
So hear me now, illusion break,
I burn the fake for the real to wake.
Ashwright Geof, spell-slinger prime,
droppin’ verse bombs in glitch-time rhyme.
RPG Poet incantation 1st try