New Poem #21 (first magic poem)

There were three kingdoms, suchly, three royal wizards, working away. The object being a transdimensional rift, or maybe that’s not what it was at all, some deranged pursuit that nevertheless ultimately (it was commonly agreed) threatened to consume all and everyone. The question then becoming, what the nature of that consumption would be? For were it a great joining, that would be rather nice, wouldn’t it? Thus the faithful, the everwaiting, expediting wizardlovers. For were it a great sundering, an obliteration, well, not so nice. Thus the Luddites, I mean, the nonbelievers...the infidels? The rest of the story is really nothing special; suffice it to say, all rifts being achieved in unison, three consuming sorts spilled out, ate up the kingdoms, ate up each other and, well, who am I to say what that was like?