Legends of the Arcane Storm

Where the shadows guard the halls, And the storm cracks through the walls,

There a whisper starts to call, "Choose your fate or

lose it all." A wizard in a black top hat, Lightning tangled at

his feet, Owl perched like a quiet threat, Eyes sharp enough to cut concrete.

Books glowing with forbidden names, Pages tremble as they breathe, Every spell's a

loaded flame, For the ones who dare believe. In the corridors of power,

Where the brave and broken train, Every secret hides a battle, Every victory hides

a name. Raise your wands to the sky tonight,