I am magic
Born to cast and fight
It is my destiny
To face the darkness
A warrior of the gods
Should I know anything else?

Fire in my hands
Before I could take step
Taking to spells
Like they were made for me
Reveling in duels
Am I only a weapon?

Nightmare of Her Youth

Her earliest memory
Is of a mother’s warmth
Fringed by flame
That consumes the town
Licking at their feet
While demons hunt about
Devouring her people

Thrown into the hands
Of a man in red
His glowing staff aloft
She remembers
A mother’s sacrifice
Consumed by fire
To tear demons asunder