The Magus and the Mire

In the depths of the strangled marshes, this cruel mistress he calls home There lives a recluse beggar, he's just brown rags over bone His crooked nose stays buried in each tome that he can find In hopes to learn new magic, break the shackles of his mind! In the swamp lies Mystic treasure For those who survive If you don't have Pure intentions You will meet your demise Our beggar travels to the heart Of this hallowed land He opens up and bares his heart And reaches out a shaking hand In the man lies Untold anger His past takes its toll If he can't grasp His emotions The magic will control Who has called to me? Woke me from my dreams? I won't abdicate I decide your fate A mind cracked, broken beyond repair A mind shackled, lights on with no one there A fight decided by ancient dogma The swamp beckons, beacons in the fog again Who now lives to tell the tale? Of power, madness. Who prevails? an aging soul lost to the deep A tepid slumber forced to keep