The Elementalist

Written by: Billy McPherson Jr.

He stands there in the falling rain
At the knees of his master
Clutching his Book of Elements
And knowing where he stands in the night

He mutters the words,
Inaudible to the thunderclaps
And as the water beads off
Feels his body grow cold

He collapses to the ground
And begins to boil
His spirit is of water
And he rises up in a wave
Human in existence
But unbound to any particular form

His master tought him well
Though now he be immortalized in stone
The elementalist is strong
And he knows it too truly