Heart of the Sorcerer

Heart of the Sorcerer

Beneath the howling midnight sky,
Where whispered winds and shadows lie,
A broken soul with power vast,
Bound to secrets of the past.

Lightning veins and eyes that burn,
Pages twist as ages turn,
Through ancient words and dying flame,
A sorcerer who lost his name.

Heart of the sorcerer, dark and untamed,
Fate of the fallen and power unclaimed,
Weaver of fire and master of night,
Keeper of dreams that burn so bright.

From towers carved in ash and bone,
To shattered thrones of stone on stone,
The arcane winds obey my call,
But loneliness consumes it all.

In every spell, a fragment bleeds,
A cursed soul that fate misleads,
Power vast, yet soul undone,
A king of shadows on the run.

Heart of the sorcerer, dark and untamed,
Fate of the fallen and power unclaimed,
Weaver of fire and master of night,
Keeper of dreams that burn so bright.

The stars align, but silence screams,
Haunted by forgotten dreams,
What is might when hearts decay?
What is power when hope fades away?

And when the last spell fades to dust,
Ashes fall and swords will rust,
Legends speak of wrath and flame—
A sorcerer who lost his name.