Sorcerer

In the realm of dreams, where shadows play

A mystical forest beckons, come what may

The moonlit path unwinds, a silver thread

Leading to secrets, long since dead

The trees whisper tales, of ancient lore

Their leaves rustling soft, a mystic score

The wind whispers low, of forgotten names

Echoes of a past, in endless flames

A figure emerges, from the misty veil

A sorceress, with eyes that tell a tale

Her hair flows like the night, dark and deep

Her presence weaves a spell, that souls can keep

With magic at her fingertips, she weaves

A tapestry of wonder, that the heart craves

Her touch ignites, a fire so bright

Illuminating paths, through the dark of night

In this enchanted land, where myths come alive

The sorceress guides, with a gentle stride

Through trials and tests, of courage and might

To the heart of the forest, where secrets take flight

So follow her lead, through the shadows and light

And discover the magic, that lies in sight

For in this realm of dreams, where wonder roams free

The sorceress awaits, to set your spirit free.