The Magician

He balks the coursing of life through tender veins. Searing of soul Rending of flesh He screams

He balks the coursing of life through tender veins.
Searing of soul
Rending of flesh
He screams

Eyes open
only dream
distant memory fragmented
foggy like the edge of much too much 
Honeyed wine

He goes to work
Feverishly
Maddeningly
He toils 
Scratching against the wall of fate
Beating and Pounding

Winter has graced him
Some twenty seasons now.
Yet he toils.
The mad look in his eye.

“Close I am!”
He cries
“Pry open the Halls of Elysium.
Shattering the gates o’ the Nine Hel’s
I’ll be damned.
Oh, So Close I am!”

Funny thing Fate
Cruel is her Sister
Fortune
She discriminates not even to the basest of men.
As Fortune deemed so Cracked the wall.
So he stepped through.

It started with the light. The Blinding Light
everywhere at once.
Even when he closed his eyes.
It engulfed him, tears streaming down his face.
The light becoming fragments of memories.

Reaching
He took another step.
The blood thumping in his ears.
Aware of just how hard his heart was beating
The figments clarifying
Another step.

Beat one million
Another step
Beat 10 m…