Spells and What They Bring
Spells and what they bring...
Magic is wanted in al ages...
The supply is limited on levels...
For mystic wars and hunting for...
One's alike...these...move...
To gather magic and spells...
To limit control but lengthen supplies...
Ending in a few who survive...
To pass this on...to fight...
One's who care for nothing...
These one's can not control...
The magic and spells of a true mystic...
A master...not lost...but returned...
Returned anew...full of magic...
Power...and unending time...
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