Shadow



Shadowed in darkness lies his soul,

His soul is of a Black Robe though.

Secluded in his dread tower,

He walks boldly on for power.

His body weak, his mind strong,

Some say his morals are wrong.

I say 'No, he is right,

Just stand here and watch his might!'

An adulthood of darkness

From a childhood of hate,

Through raw power, he changed his fate.

White, Red, and Black,

The mage's heart is bathed in black.

And when he leaves us

Our hearts will burn and break,

Wishing, for his sake,

For him to be free,

Never to in need be.