The Lightbulb

It took the wizard ages
to capture both the spark of lightning and the brilliance of the sun
inside a small glass jar he could carry around.

None of the others could understand its importance.
The genius of light encased in glass
as if the gods themselves had given him a personal sun of his own.

But everyone else fussed about with their potions
or enchantments of weapons and armor,
content to use torches and candles,
what they had always used.

They told him his invention was a useless complication,
that it had no place in a world of magic.
But he'd show them all.

He knew that if there was one group who would accept this achievement
and probably reward him handsomely,
it would be the dragons.
And indeed,
they were mesmerized by it.
Not only its light-giving properties,
but also its shape and clarity
and how it bent the setting sun
around its gently curved edges.

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