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 to make you listen
To the words I speak of which you’ve distanced.

Far atop his keep, you tend too blindly,
To the mage’s whim and all too finely.
Kiss his ring and ask for some forgiveness.
Be the snake he charms with wild swiftness.
Can you not foretell what he is hiding?
Sense his wicked air and keep your timing.

Statues in the form of his old rivals
Decorate the halls as you sit, prideful.
Know that he sees you as no one better
Than the mortals he scoffs at as beggars.
Power is his only wish and you’ll see
How he’ll take your life, a meager mystery.

III - Finis

All homunculi have come to meet you
At that point in which you’ve found your equal.
Can see now how you’ve come to stay
With the man who’ll remove night from day.
You were kind and you had listened dearly,
But this man you call a master can’t see.

All the arts of blackened magic fill you.
Haunting his desire to conceal you.
Now a soul, once bound to be a tribute,
Turns upon the sacrificial prelude.
Even now the angels stand behind you;
Fates you couldn’t find have gathered by too.

He has called his god and now falls silent,
For the ancient evils take no client.
Have his head for now you own his power.
Dance within his stolen golden shower.
Sorcerer supreme you’ve learned your lesson.

Guide us to a new unending heaven.

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