Crown of the Arcane

Crown of the Arcane

Through the ashes of broken thrones,
Where fate is carved on ancient stones,
I rise from dust and fractured dreams,
To wield the power that silence screams.

From the void where shadows dwell,
I chant the words that curse and spell,
A sorcerer born from fire's breath,
A soul entwined with life and death.

Crown of the arcane, forged in flame,
Bearer of secrets, keeper of names,
Through cursed dominion and twilight’s bane,
I claim the power none can tame.

In the halls where darkness reigns,
I conjure storms and break the chains,
Lightning dances at my command,
A shattered world within my hand.

Eyes that pierce the heart of fear,
Words that bend the sky to tear,
A master cloaked in dusk and dawn,
Where legends die and power's drawn.

Crown of the arcane, forged in flame,
Bearer of secrets, keeper of names,
Through cursed dominion and twilight’s bane,
I claim the power none can tame.

When shadows bleed and hope decays,
I stand where light and dark both blaze,
A soul that holds the endless night,
And bends the dawn to yield its light.

And as the stars are torn apart,
I carve my name in fate’s own heart,
The world shall bow where legends wane—
Before the king who claimed the arcane.