This just something that popped into my mind while I was doing other things, it's been known to happen before. That's usually how all of my poems get written. You can probably guess who this is about, and of course the concepts behind the poem belong to Mercedes Lackey.
Black Adept
I tried too hard
To find myself
But it's all hollow
And empty Mirrors
So I looked to you
My Adversary,
A test of your great seers
And your own unending
Brightness, unmatched
Within the dusty stone
But power flows beyond my grasp
On great black gryphon's wings
A trap for me
Beyond your grave
To make your people free
Alone for now
No quarry
To chase down many years
But you can't catch
Your own reflection
No matter what your fears
Now I find myself alone
This long and empty life
But tomorrow may hold
The answers
To a long and fruitless
Quest
I look to future children
A torture on my mind
To flee death's unending grasp
A hunt to free my soul
And power to be mine
But my own comes
To betray me
As I have done so much before
And power shifts beyond my grasp
As my soul becomes no more