wizards held captive the fishes of dreaming, souls that had circled their fortress for years

 

High atop a mountain 

the wizards held    

 

                                                                                       the keys 

                                                                                       the cards, the missing

                                                                                       pieces

 

Wizards held captive: 

 

the innocent mind readers,

the young tarot card dealers, 

the fishes of dreaming,

 

And above their heads, 

souls that had circled their fortress

                                                                                     waited for their release

                                                                                     for years

 

A thousand doves flew by one afternoon,  

then away  

as the clouds parted 

 

No spell could stop them 

                                                                                   no curse could turn the blue skies black 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

^{bigthanks to aphexious for the title}