so they seek the sorcerer;
so they seek the sorcerer's stone,
masked in malignant malice,
savoring in the sacrifice of singed souls,
preying on power with passion,
dauntlessly drowning deeply in delirium.
quoted questions and questionable quests
drive them with defiant desire and
pride and pandemonium push them parlously
to tantalize, taunt, and tease;
to tear down the tallest of the towers, and
to cause catastrophic chaos.
they foster future generations with failure and
kill kindness with a desolate kismet.
they lead as a luminary of loathing.
they ponder pathetic, pandering paradoxes.
no longer do they lead with lies.
they now rest in rebellious retribution.