Master of the Arcane

Master of the Arcane

In the halls where legends sleep,
Ancient stones their secrets keep,
Chanting words of fire and frost,
Guiding souls through realms once lost.

Staff ablaze with sapphire light,
Eyes that pierce the endless night,
From the ashes, power calls,
Wizard born where darkness falls.

Master of the arcane force,
Bend the stars and break the course,
From the void where shadows weave,
Shape the fate and never grieve.

Through the woods where whispers lie,
Wolves will bow and crows will cry,
Spirits bend to whispered might,
Storms unleashed to claim the night.

Pages burned and skies collide,
Magic flows through blood and tide,
Born to wield the fire’s breath,
Guardian of life and death.

Master of the arcane force,
Bend the stars and break the course,
From the void where shadows weave,
Shape the fate and never grieve.

When the world is draped in woe,
Summon light from depths below,
Raise the staff and call the flame,
Echo through the winds of fame.

As the dawn ignites the sky,
And the mountains dare to cry,
One remains where heroes bled,
Wizard crowned among the dead.