Down the golden bridge rides the modern mage
Through the haze and into the ring of light
To summon and exhort a mindless rage
That casts enchantment and calls for a fight
Against the tide and demands magical
Thinking of alchemy to transmute base
Amid wild, raucous, and radical
Voices that quickly rise to the surface.
Waiting for their cue that something has changed,
That marks the beginning of what they see.
Silencing the deceitful and deranged
But secretly asking themselves is he
Truly enigmatic, or just a fool?
Is this cryptic mage-man some ghastly ghoul?