The Magician's Apprentice (Poem)
I - Incipe From within the tomb of ageless sleeping Forces from the old world start their reaping. Deep within the orb of souls and searching Echoes from this past do feed a urning. Sorcerers supreme step forth to hold All the arts which have now been foretold. Staffs and spells have bent to offer tribute To the gods which grant us feats of dispute. No amount of idols banish evil From the minds of which they’ve found as equal. Questioning the laws you’ve come to know Helps to let a tulpa’s conscience grow. Starry nights reflect the void of thinking, Calling for the age of vile being. With the arts one claims to alter binding From a future turning winds of timing. Last, there will not be another sunset. Live forever, bound-eternal’s banquet. II - Medium Mirrors on the wall reflect an image Of a man with questionable lineage. Is this one the king you’ve chose to guide you? If it’s so I’ll follow far behind few. This may be the man...