Wielder of the Void

Wielder of the Void

Beneath the pale and bleeding skies,
Where shadows dance and daylight dies,
I walk the path where fate unwinds,
A sorcerer with fractured minds.

Arcane fire burns through my veins,
A cursed soul that knows no chains,
From whispered tombs to broken halls,
I bend the dark where silence calls.

Wielder of the void, breaker of chains,
Master of chaos where darkness reigns,
Through endless night and mortal fear,
I call the storm that none will steer.

In ancient forests lost to time,
Where specters chant in cryptic rhyme,
I carve my will on fate’s own page,
A soul ignited, born from rage.

From towers crowned with ghostly light,
I shape the dawn and shatter night,
A tempest soul, a wrath unbound,
Where power hums without a sound.

Wielder of the void, breaker of chains,
Master of chaos where darkness reigns,
Through endless night and mortal fear,
I call the storm that none will steer.

When the world forgets my name,
And legends burn in deathless flame,
I’ll stand where gods and mortals fall,
The sorcerer that conquered all.

And as the sky ignites and screams,
A shattered soul commands the streams,
One final breath where fate destroys—
A sorcerer, the wielder of the void.