Bearer of the Arcane Flame

Bearer of the Arcane Flame

Beneath the crimson, dying moon,
Where shadows dance and fate is strewn,
I chant the words that pierce the veil,
To bend the light and death curtail.

Blood and ash upon my skin,
Where curses end and dreams begin,
The ancient power calls my name,
I wield the fire no soul can tame.

Sorcerer, crowned in flame,
Keeper of the void and name,
Through the tempest, through the pain,
Bearer of the arcane flame.

Through twisted roots where secrets sleep,
I pull the magic from the deep,
A heart encased in iron fire,
Unleashing storms and fierce desire.

The skies ablaze with crimson wrath,
I carve my soul into the path,
A legacy that none may claim,
The sorcerer who forged his name.

Sorcerer, crowned in flame,
Keeper of the void and name,
Through the tempest, through the pain,
Bearer of the arcane flame.

Bones of gods and ruins vast,
Echoes scream from ages past,
Wisdom burned and forged anew,
In power’s grasp, I rise and rule.

As dawn breaks through the dying sky,
And ashes fall where legends lie,
One soul remains where shadows seethe—
A sorcerer that time won’t breathe.