Arcane Ascendancy

Arcane Ascendancy

In the ancient halls where shadows breathe,
A sorcerer wakes from a thousand years’ sleep,
Eyes aflame with wisdom cursed,
Bearing the power of worlds immersed.

Chanting words that bend the sky,
Storms obey as spirits cry,
Lightning dances at his command,
Weaving fate with a trembling hand.

Sorcerer, sorcerer, lord of the flame,
Bound to the stars and cursed by his name,
Wielding the void where daylight fades,
Ruler of darkness, master of shades.

Through shattered worlds where dreams decay,
He walks alone where souls betray,
Carving paths through fate and fear,
Haunted by voices no one can hear.

Crystal daggers in midnight air,
Silver blood and moonlight’s glare,
Sealed in power, drowning in pain,
Seeking redemption through endless rain.

Sorcerer, sorcerer, breaking the chain,
Forging his destiny, bloodied and stained,
Keeper of secrets too twisted to tell,
Falling through shadows where legends fell.

Rise, rise, through tempest and fire,
Pierce the veil of fate’s cruel desire,
Stars will shatter, empires will fall,
The sorcerer stands above them all.

And when the dawn forgets his name,
The echoes fade, but he remains,
A whisper lost through time’s embrace,
The sorcerer’s soul without a trace.