Poem by Davelara

A poem:
A wave of fire rolls of my fingers, and it dances through the air;
I cast another spell of lightning, and its bolts shine blue and fair.
I wave my hands in the air, and out comes a blast of ice as it swirls with grace.
And then I cast a spell of blue, A wave of water flows like time and it dances and ripples in space.
But as all the spells come together they stop on contact and start to fizzle, as ice collides with fire and lighting sparks out and spreads in the water, they all seem to be another facet of majik and all can't coexist without each other.