In your reality, you paint me as weak,
With brush and pen , the words you speak,

But you know nothing, for I am eternal
Pity on you, and your eyes of a mortal,

For I am an ancient, flowing across the ages,
The darkest of dark, and the brightest of sages,

You know nothing, I mask my own strength,
I am a powerful magus, reaching any length

A mixer of potions, a conjuror of power,
A protector of the weak, a defender of the tower

A guardian of truth, a mover of mountains,
A Hierophant of wisdom, the creator of fountains,

So pull forth your sword, and steady your hand,
Armed with my wand, there’s no chance you stand,

I control the elements, earth, water, wind and fire,
Powerless you are, I dare you to conspire,

I can shatter your world, into thousands of pieces,
So confront me now, I need only few reasons,

For you are nothing, my mission is great,
I am the magician, the protector of fate,

So take heed and retreat, to a far away land,
Or pay sacrifice to time, buried deep in the sand.