You love the magic that runs through your veins
the taste of ancient spells on your lips.
There is power in your fingertips
and your lust for the same impression
will force you to sacrifice.
What would you sacrifice for the magic?
What would you sacrifice for the radiance on aging papers
and the luminosity you wield in your staff?
The jolt of enchantment surging throughout your entire body
that could possibly
drain you of the energy required to survive?
Shattered lungs and physical deformity
eyes that are blind to beauty,
watching flowers bloom and wither in seconds.
Never to be trusted by my companions... my brother
Never to embrace the only woman who might have loved me.
I gave up love. I gave up my only chance for happiness.
All this for my magic.
What would you give for magic?
I GIVE MYSELF.