The Sorceror

i write, for life is magic and

i am the soceror

cruel in my words

soft in my intentions

i read the wind as it sails by

i dance the fiery dance of death

laugh with the mad men

cry with the harried widow

i am the leper dissolving in my own sin

i am the saint giving my own sacrifice

drunk in the liquor u haven't tasted

ate the food u left untouched

i am life itself

i am another face of death