Since childhood weak, he faced humiliation;
An outcast searching for what power means.
And finding solace in books of magic, his fascination,
They led him down the winding path of spells and realms.
A master of spells, he once felt so grand,
Turning day into night with a mystical flow.
But now he sees, as time takes its stand,
Magic alone can't heal a heart full of woe.
He never asked for help, never made a sound,
The answer clear, his mind was taught.
But despite his will, the night's dark shroud
Left a lasting mark, a scar was wrought.
You are a dark wizard – your fate sealed!
Fee to be paid, the law decree.
A great price for knowledge, it must be paid,
Those who seek power, a high cost is laid.
Flying high, a chance to be free,
But a fall may come, a harsh decree.
Books engulfed by the magical fire,
The sorcerer's soul in a fiery craze!
With magic's end, his life will expire,
But in a new day, his spirit will raise!