The Last Archmage

The Last Archmage

Through silent halls of stone and dust,
I wield the flames, the storm, the dusk.
The echoes call from ages past,
Their whispered secrets meant to last.

The sky is torn, the stars ignite,
The world bends beneath my might.
Ancient spells in blood are sworn,
A mage reborn, the oath reborn!

I command the winds, I break the tide,
Through shattered time, my name won’t die!
With runes of fire, my fate is cast,
The last archmage—the first, the last!

From crimson moons to frozen peaks,
The arcane lore is mine to keep.
The gods may turn, the world may fade,
But magic stands—it cannot break!

The night may fall, the dawn may burn,
Yet still the pages twist and turn.
A thousand years, yet still I rise,
With lightning coursing through my eyes!

I command the winds, I break the tide,
Through shattered time, my name won’t die!
With runes of fire, my fate is cast,
The last archmage—the first, the last!

When all is dust and time is still,
My words shall echo, bending will.
The final spell, the twilight fades,
Yet I remain—the last archmage!