Mage

Untold souls, written beneath their face,
A constant strain that torn from trace.
To bound by will that seek and gain,
The knowledge of strength, no matter the pain.

For every desire, to reap, to sow,
Their lustful hands where power grows.
In colored leaves of the former man,
Discard the flaws in lesser grand.


Mage Concept by JasonTN

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