It’s not for the timid, it cowers the brave,
It hungers for only the best.

A purpleish hue enveloping you,
It’s controlling and very complex,
Stay far away to keep yourself safe
From its often deadly effects.

Large circles, dark and foreboding,
Develop a fear amongst foes,
Burning the weak, and crushing the strong,
The bringer and ender of woes.

It’s not hard to say, it’s powers immense,
An ender of words you could say,
It’ll leave you drained, your powers sapped,
But thats a price even gods have to pay.

Take not it’s powers lightly,
It’s heartless, not loving or tender,
But it’s yours anyway, in your magic display,
To be usurped by lesser pretenders.