Master of the Arcane #1

Master of the Arcane

Through ancient halls where shadows weave,
I chant the spells the stars conceive,
Crimson flames in circles drawn,
Harnessing power before the dawn.

Sigils burn with blinding light,
Veins of magic, pure and bright,
From whispered words to thunder’s call,
I wield the force that binds them all.

Sorcerer, master of the arcane fire,
Commanding storms and hearts' desire,
From the void where darkness dies,
Rise, oh sorcerer, rise!

Winds of fate bend to my hand,
Weaving dreams in shifting sand,
Ghostly echoes in realms unseen,
Breathing life to powers keen.

Through agony and endless night,
I dare to touch forbidden light,
A soul entwined with cursed lore,
I’ll pay the price to learn once more.

Sorcerer, master of the arcane fire,
Commanding storms and hearts' desire,
From the void where darkness dies,
Rise, oh sorcerer, rise!

Echoes chant my legacy,
Through fire and frost, through sky and sea,
A mortal heart with deathless flame,
Forever bound to magic’s name.

The night bends low to my command,
Stars align at my demand,
One final spell to break the chains,
The sorcerer remains.