The Archmage

Walking through the illusions of my

Thoughts, never realizing the consequences of failure

Always chasing the voices that seem to enter

My mind, haunting me, entrapping my soul

I seek knowledge from the young man who

Lives in the hole in the tree

As I knock on the door, look into the window

And notice that the young man is actually an

Old man with a young mind

He reaches out his hand in friendship and

asks: “Do you seek the old man for knowledge?”

The great art of conversation intrigues my thoughts

He lights a lantern and leads me

Through the forest to an opening in the ground

A golden stairway guides our way

To the center of the earth

The smell of fire and the cold chill of fear takes over my body

I feel lost in the center of my mind, for the

Illusions appear to be a reality, not a dream

I know that I must face the outraged dragon

Who lives inside of my heart…for he must die