16 October 2012
Yelling as I summon them, Chattering with glee, Pushing at each other's backs, Screaming: 'OH, PICK ME!'
I decided on this summoning, And the daemons here are ripe, Chittering and breathing fire, Building up their hype.
Daemons of the reddest rouge, With spines at every limb, Irises of violet storms, With cerulean as their rim.
Picking is the hardest part, For the Dark Mage such as me, Eyes roaming my options, tense, Yet which one shall it be?
Summoning A Daemon. • Opuss № I