The Bearded Mage

The bearded mage The bearded mage Beneath a sickle moon Reads the ancient tome The bearded mage Lost in the glow Of the candle by the window Fire burn slow The trees are laden with snow Fire burn slow The trees are laden with snow I have ascended straight into the clouds Spoke into them and made lightning burst out All power lies in the book upon the page It lies in waiting for the bearded mage Gaze among the shelves Many hoary volumes dwell All known too well Indecision casts a staying spell Settle on the same It's been read and read again Familiar decay Tales of hurt and sorrow and pain I have ascended straight into the clouds Spoke into them and made lightning burst out All power lies in the book upon the page It lies in waiting for the bearded mage I've seen my death in the flames Stared for hours on end When one gets this old He knows nothing but pain Constant pain Old and decrepit Life beginning to wane All birds fly away An image cast upon the lake By my hand the sky shall fall And the earth shall quake And the earth shall quake