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garnetdragoness -> RE: Poetic Alchemy (9/8/2008 19:23:43)
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The Ascent
Once upon a moonbeam, on a starlit night.
In the dusk of morn,
a mage was born,
into a world torn.
A powerful being, full of purity and light.
Eyes that sparkle with the magic they hold.
A spell was cast,
he grew very fast,
his knowledge was vast.
His destiny had been forged in a legend told.
His heart was pure and his powers great.
Quickly he learned,
as the time turned,
for more he yearned.
To help others, he would not hesitate.
Refusing payment for his magical tasks.
Forgetting all greed,
he fills the need,
whatever the deed.
All one had to do was humbly ask.
Personal gain he never does seek.
It's the smiling faces,
of those he graces,
friends of all races.
His joy is helping those who are weak.
In a flowing white robe, he travels alone.
He visits all towns,
and lifts the frowns,
of those who are down.
Throughout the world, he was well known.
A noble wizard, his heart was true.
The power of light,
and inner sight,
gave him might.
But glory wasn't what he wished to pursue.
His rise from mage to wizard went quite fast.
From boy to man,
the masterful plan,
of an ancient clan.
Bestowing him gifts to right wrongs of the past.
He was made immortal to continue his works.
Through the years,
he calmed many fears,
and ceased all tears.
Bringing joy to others, one of his favorite perks.
But he grew tired and could go on no more.
So many he saved,
the dangers he braved,
to die he craved.
His powers weakened, his body became sore.
He pled his case to the Heavens above him.
He looked to the skies,
with tear-filled eyes,
sobbing with sighs.
The magical light he held started going dim.
He felt his body weaken and started to shake.
His pleas were heard,
action was spurred,
from his begging words.
His lifelong work done, no differences to make.
Little did he know, a new ascension had begun.
Leaving life behind,
only to find,
a new state of mind.
His body glowed with a light, bright as the sun.
Toward the Heavens he rose; his pains were gone.
Refreshed and renewed,
his sorrows subdued,
uplifted his mood.
Surrounded by the sound of Angels in song.
A group of hooded figures appeared from the mist.
Garbed in white,
bathed in light,
a Holy sight.
Each one bearing celestial tattoos on their wrist.
They were the Ancients, the fabled wizards of Lore.
All gathered here,
in the atmosphere,
bright and clear.
Facing each other in two rows, making a path to the door.
As he walked between them, many faces stood out.
Wizards of the past,
not the first nor last,
but a noble cast.
Great beings of legends, worthy of writing about.
The famed Wizard Council, he knew every single one.
He kept his pace,
nodding to each face,
humbled by their grace.
This was his acceptance into the Council of the Sun.
The door loomed closer and opened wide.
There on a throne,
of marble and stone,
he sat all alone.
The one and only Merlin awaited him inside.
He welcomed him warmly to this brotherhood of light.
He then could see,
a fulfilled destiny,
and this was meant to be.
He felt honored to have ascended to this height.
He was led to a pedestal that held a massive book.
Adorned with gold,
fragile and old,
the print still bold.
Pages already open, he leaned in closer to look.
The story of his life was there before his eyes.
Tales of the mages,
throughout the ages,
recorded in these pages.
Tales upon tales of their predestined lives.
Some were written of years before their birth.
There was his too,
inked out in blue,
every bit was true.
A detailed account of his era upon this Earth.
Up to his final days and his worthy ascension.
How it was the plan,
this good-hearted man,
would join this clan.
A special note at the end caught his attention.
It was now his turn to bless the next in line.
To pass on his ways,
through golden rays,
for the coming days.
To the worthy one, another's time to shine.
A powerful being full of purity and light.
Into a world torn,
a mage will be born,
in the dusk of morn.
Once upon a moonbeam, on a starlit night.
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