Sorcerer’s Symphony

Sorcerer’s Symphony

In the midnight mist where shadows dance,
A whisper calls, a fate, a chance,
Chanting spells through wind and fire,
A sorcerer's heart, a soul of desire.

With staff in hand and eyes aglow,
The ancient runes, they pulse and flow,
A crystal crown on raven hair,
Commanding night with wicked flair.

Sorcerer, sorcerer, weaving the night,
Master of magic and keeper of light,
Bound by the stars and the whispers of fate,
Dancing with power, embracing the hate.

Beneath the moon, where shadows fall,
A price to pay for power's thrall,
Broken hearts and shattered dreams,
The sorcerer's soul caught in moonlight beams.

Through realms unknown and worlds apart,
A broken spell, a bleeding heart,
A kingdom lost, a soul betrayed,
Powerful, ruthless, but so afraid.

Sorcerer, sorcerer, bending the dawn,
Magic entwined where light has withdrawn,
Guardian of secrets, bound by the flame,
Wielder of darkness and keeper of names.

Lightning cracks as power sways,
Summoning dawn through the ancient ways,
Bones and ashes, fire and rain,
Casting life from death and pain.

And when the dawn bleeds through the sky,
The sorcerer laughs as shadows die,
From darkest curse to twilight’s breath,
A sorcerer’s soul defies even death.