What I said last time.

My Magic

The sweet wine of my magic

The mystical beauty before my eyes

The power that courses through my veins

The bitter pain of life all but dies.

The lightning at my fingertips

My taunt spirit free to fly

The dark joy that fill my self

The gods hear my exultant cry.

The sacrifices I have made

All that I have traded for

The magic's loving inner light

That has shone obsidian at the core.

Magic: my life, my love.

The blessed gift from the gods to me.

The wondrous magic entraps the soul

And yet it sets me free.