Elementalist though you claim to be,
You've tasted one small drop of the arcane.
You flout the Dragon's holiest decree,
With no respect for all that you profane.

You seek within the self for what is true,
You think this world lacks lessons to impart,
As if it all begins and ends with you,
Community is where you find the Heart.

Yearn for your Paradise like those long past.
The path you walk leads only to your doom.
Turn back before Fate's fickle die is cast,
And I must end your life upon the Loom.

If Magic is what you prioritize,
Then come North and live where true Power lies.


Penned by my hand on Falsday, the 4th of Omeian, in the year 16 AC.