Part I- Genesis

He flew across the desert,
Defeat writ large in his eyes,
Blood and scars everywhere.
His being was numb with pain,
And his mind joined in,
As he remembered the duel.
Had met his match today.

He winced as he recalled,
The fair young lad
Slash and stab with his sword.
And felt the neck,
Which the boy had wrung,
Till the wind had stopped to flow.
But treachery and old age,
Will always overcome
Youth and exuberance.
With a dark and evil spell,
The old sorceror had won.

He gloated over the boy's body,
Lifeless as it lay,
But an unknown fear,
Had chased him ever since
He'd set eyes upon the,
Corpse of the lad who had
Fought and nearly killed him
For a mere animal's life.

He had sought to bring
Peace to his mind.
So he conjured himself,
A cottage,
A little haven,
With a glowing light,
Protected from nature herself.

The sorceror walked,
Out of the cold,
Into the warm orange light.
And he lay at length,
In a bath,
As he was cleaned,
And his wounds healed.

A feast fit for a king,
Sat upon the table
But the sorceror
Could eat but a little
And couldn't drink
But a little wine
And there he lay in his bed
Tossing and wondering
What to do with himself .
What would set
His troubled mind to rest.

Healed and clad in heavy robes
He walked back out
Into the bitter cold
Stared with hatred
At the moon.
For its light
Bothered his eyes
So had some clouds ,
Cover it all up
To keep the light
From getting inside .

It was in that moment,
He created her,
Out of the frozen sand.
Her figure shaped.
At his wand's command.
And then he slashed his wrist,
And held it over her head,
And watched her come to life.

As the blood flowed,
First over her head,
And then through her veins,
He stepped back to inspect,
The most lovely creation in his name.
She was perfect,
From the tip of her hairs,
Down to every toe nail.

The body of a woman,
But the mind of a child.
She did not understand,
The sole purpose of her life.

Thus began the night,
of a thousand atrocities,
for the poor girl,
stupefied and shocked,
to the core,
by his unrepentant evil.

In the morning,
It dawned , upon the evil one,
his heart of black ice,
was still far from any rest,
so never to return,
he turned on his heel,
cursed and left .