The Spellbound Sage

The Spellbound Sage

Across the hills where shadows creep,
A lonely tower guards the deep,
Within its walls, the whispers hum,
Of magic wrought and sorrows sung.

Arcane fires, burning bright,
Casting spells through endless night,
Chanting words that twist the sky,
Binding fate as stars collide.

Grimoire open, runes aglow,
Power swirling, winds that blow,
Ancient spirits heed the call,
Bound to secrets carved on walls.

Arcane fires, burning bright,
Casting spells through endless night,
Chanting words that twist the sky,
Binding fate as stars collide.

Storm and flame, crystal and bone,
The wizard reigns from his mystic throne,
Chanting truths that mortals fear,
Guiding fate through spell and sphere.

In the twilight's final breath,
Magic lingers after death,
A legacy of runes and lore,
The wizard’s soul, forevermore.