Who can say how, or why the muse strikes? It brought this out of me, and I share it here:
Twilight Mage
by Cigam_Mai - January 14, 2012
It seems like midnight… or highest noon,
And I sense the battle ebbing soon.
Battle rages round me once again;
I fight possessed, not like mortal men.
Magic can’t defeat me, this is true,
Though sword and lance often pierce me through.
Bloodied, I’m alone, the battle done.
Who can say, when facing death: “I’ve won.”?
Some claim I’m evil, some claim I’m good.
I understand; I’m misunderstood.
For the lightest Guthix kiss, I fear
Changed my mortal soul, and brought me here.
Guthix is my curse; so too my friend,
Guides me always home to meet my end.
Guthix ever walks in dark and light,
Blinding in his home of darkest night.
I know where to look… twixt night and day.
Guthix truth: In balance lies the way.
His altar: darkest stone, burning bright
Unseen in brightest day; darkest night.
I fall on frozen stone; feel its fire,
Burning flames of ice, my funeral pyre.
So it is, and thus forever be:
In death, I rise… IMMORTALITY!
17-Jan-2012 08:28:40