Remember my name, it is written on the wind
Like fire and ice, I pierce the veil between the worlds
I am the magus, I bring magic back.
No ordinary magic do I bring
Old magic from the Gods
The kind they do not want
In the hands of mere mortals.
For fear of being displaced
Their thrones turned to ash
With no prayers and offerings
What will become of them?
Their names forgotten
Their halls of fame torn down
Guard well the magic I bring
Use it wisely, do not let it burn your fingers
These are the words of the Magus…
©Anita Dawes
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