The Blood Mage: Prelude

[Sam-i-eL]

The once philosophical sage.

To fight against the machine, the rage.

To perform a ritual with sage.

At the end of the game, you cave.

Love always hurts.

My passion that always burns.

The peace of mind, you yearn.

Too confused on the statement, "You were!"

Sirius B, the Wulf.

The Tower of Terror, it hurts.

The only way this rhymes is with Kurt.

And also the word flirt.

Back to ritual, the residuals.

Situations, the rations, fashion.

Won the case, while rapping.

My kin continues laughing.