Wizard’s Ascension

Wizard’s Ascension

From the depths where shadows crawl,
Through the halls of ancient thrall,
Wisdom etched in dust and stone,
I rise to claim the power throne.

Fire dances in my veins,
Thunder roars through iron chains,
Stars ignite with whispered breath,
Casting light through fangs of death.

Awake, arise, the magic calls,
From crumbling towers and shattered halls,
Sorcery bound to blood and bone,
A wizard crowned on an arcane throne.

Runes are carved with embered steel,
Dreams entwined in fate's cruel wheel,
Eyes alight with piercing flame,
Spirits bow and speak my name.

Roots entwine through barren ground,
Echoed chants, a haunting sound,
Raise the staff, invoke the storm,
Shape the world, let magic form.

Awake, arise, the magic calls,
From crumbling towers and shattered halls,
Sorcery bound to blood and bone,
A wizard crowned on an arcane throne.

Bend the skies and twist the dawn,
Break the curse the ages spawned,
Fires burn where tyrants fell,
Sound the horn and weave the spell.

So the sage ascends the pyre,
Cloaked in ash and heart of fire,
Legends carved through shattered skies,
Wizard born where darkness dies.