I Am The Black Wizards

<br>Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the<br>black hills consists of black souls, souls that already dies one<br>thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their<br>black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in<br>the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach.<br>The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will<br>escape my wrath.I travel through time and I return to the future.I<br>gather wisdom now lost.I visit again the eternally ancient caves,<br>before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals<br>"discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown<br>to me. Once destroyed their souls are being summoned to my timeless<br>prison of hate. It is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls<br>that was destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me with<br>evil.I know not. My empires has no limits. From the never ending<br>mountains black, to the bottomless lakes.I am the ruler and has been<br>for eternity`s long. My wizards are many, but their essence is mine.<br>Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because<br>I am the spirit of their existence.I am them.