Magic's Pride

by ShadowAshkevron

I'm not sure if this title has been used before, but it probably has. This poem is in first person, who is Vanyel, in a detached manner. It's set in the final moments before his battle with Leareth. Please R&R!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that which is already owned by Mercedes Lackey.

Can't stop, gotta keep moving

Past the pain, past the cold

My soul is sold.

For this the price

Of wielding power

I can't cower.

I must think of others

For what I do

Matters to you.

I am Magic's Pride

A cursed blessing this may be

Surely you agree.

I will do my best

To overcome the Dark with Light

So that you may fight

The army. You don't have a chance

Unless I bring upon my might

And crush him this dark night.

Only then will you have a stance

Against those on sight.

The Servant of the Dark, I approach

His evil pulses in time with my heart beat

On my sold soul, he does encroach

The Light comes in to meet the mete

And pushes it back upon the roach

For Final Strike, I cried to the Heavens

Is all that it will take to destroy that which

Would in a blistering fevered pitch.

My life I give in that final moment

When all that I do is defined

In terms of love, anger, and went

To the end of my destiny.

A/N: I put the disclaimer up, because I sort of insinuate parts of Magic's Price into the poem.. Just in case if you were wondering... This isn't exactly my best piece, but I felt I should write it... Flamers are welcomed!