Mantle shunned, that of spellcaster,
Of cruel controlling curses crafter,
Maneuv’ring minds with manic laughter.
Quenched desire to be a master,
Whip warping flesh, wounds weeping after,
What was once will, watch wilt, grow dafter.
Ever feared life under geas,
Forgetting friends, forlorn, the Other,
Years yearning spend, yet yours to smother.
Dread I, trapped by your ideas,
Awake a slave, and absent mother
To evil bound become as brother.