Snow capped peaks, where the gorges run deep,
Falling steep, Deep within the wilds, where the echo’s sleep
Where the wild life creep, try’na keep hidden,
Where the trees wither twist die and cease to be living
Ravens fly, the noise chilling, round a small abode
Furs hanging, dream catchers with stretched toads
No roads or track, thick bushes, n surreally composed
The home of a Mage, feared and revered by most
Scorned face, piercing eyes, staring hateful like a ghost
Crooked staff, with a skull fixed tight to strike fear into the host
Supposed to conjure evil summon demons form beyond
The gates of hell, reaping souls with the strike of his wand
Cant abscond, the wrath it entraps pure darkness enwraps
A blanket of evil cast, cant escape cos it grasps tight n wont relax
Til you collapse, now this sorcery lives as a spoken legend
In the mind of descendants, another fable someone invented
Unbeknown alive, but died cos he was forgot and resented!

jus a quick drop..sumthin different...pZ