magick mage too.
like the warmth of a pleasant summer afternoon his presence has escaped the thermometer of attendance and has vanished like the leaves of an autumn tree, whispering its foul words into the air and leaving a scornful mark on the lawn of justice awaiting for someone to assist in moving them to a pile for their mating ritual
as i write this i too lack the true essence he had tapped upon our fair town, and ponder about his whereabouts at this current moment
