Sorcerer's lair

Deep within a hazel wood,
A single ancient oak once stood.
Sleeping dragons in a hawthorn box.
Resting sore eyes from The harsh light of day.
Glowing concoctions,
On shelves up high.
Rich incense rises and curls.
The room fills with blue-tinted smog.
Raven wings glimmer in dieing light.
Shadows cast by silver moon,
Hitting crystals in a spectrum of vivid color.
Seething mixture boils over an open pine scented fire.
An old man sits wizened, starring Into the midnight sky.