An unknown plane,
primordial, untamed,
free to claim,
supremacy not yet gained.

The mana of the land,
floats into the mage,
woven through powerful hand,
this plane, his stage.

Power under control,
creatures bend to his will,
Sublime, beautiful, tall,
his desires to fulfill.

Others will come,
a battle will arise,
all but one begone,
may the Archmage be wise.

What tool to wield?
The mighty fire,
or an earthen shield,
or emotions of desire?

Illusions and distraction,
or the cruelty of nature,
magic theorie in perfection,
or winning with a farsight clue?

Masters of creation,
Lords of destruction,
full of innovation and creation,
mere movements as instruction.

Civilizations conjured,
battles over battles fought,
Plagues endured,
in a vicious circle caught.

Archmage, powerful individual,
unique apparitions,
shear almighty and brutal,
on their magic missons.

Better avoid or befriend,
if you seek a long time carier,
without an unpredicted end,
as hero, swordsman or bukanier.

Those man of power,
tend to extreme measure,
so best to keep them in a tower,
and an artifact to study as treasure.