The Sorcerer

Penned October 2018

Got no mist or ill fate today
Black magic turn it to grey.
All that I am but am not
Is standing there in the corner.
I throw myself towards the door
Sometimes it's open
Some days it's closed.
Even if I walk I'm going to fall-
Hands upon my shoulder
And his hands are cold.
This sort of magic has me breaking
This sort of magic has me wild
Waiting for the day his power grows.
And on that day I'll go on fire
And on that day I'm by your side.
Day go by and stay alive.