A poem about the second of my major role-playing characters, the archmage Bhaerau Spellvein.
A flow of many memories, they’re disintegrating all
Even though I try, they break down my mental wall
Who are you shadows, plotting my descend
I never asked for this, for you to me attend
Now I don’t crave for power, I only lust for clarity
And then I’ll find and kill you all, you masters of conspiracy