In Honor of Magus
Magus…
When we first met him, an emissary of evil
An omen of darkness
We knew not from whence he had come
Much less where he would go
We knew him as the killer of a brave knight
Leader of dark armies
Nothing more…
Then Zeal fell
And we learned
We discovered his heartache
His loss
The bittercold reality that put the hatred in his eyes
The nightmare
All had been torn from him
And his heart bled, hemorrhaged, and hardened
The one spark of pure light in his clouded darkness
Stolen from him
His long hair like an ocean-swept wind
His crimson eyes narrow, focused, and fierce
So as to hide all pain, as if locked away inside twin rubies
His arms strong and muscled by surviving merciless darkness
His cape like as if his second shadow
His scythe the embodiment of swift and decisive death
Our hearts have a place for him
We may not know why
Perhaps because he represents the tormented hero
Maybe because we all have a Schala in our lives
But is it more?
Magus…
A strange agent of destiny
An ever shifting gray between light and darkness
Heaven's angels weep for his pain and suffering
And hell's wish for nothing short of his death
He has nothing but searching on earth
Searching maybe without end either bitter or sweet
Magus… he is unlike any other