Strong?
Like sun and seasons, he sees
Life. Time in total control, never looking, he sees.
Dimensions, ever changing with his will
To fly. Like a raven with his will.
An individual spirit using Nature´s solitude.
Soaring over Mexican hills, Mescal solitude?
No, just a chance to be felt, and minds´ corridors explored…
Control, like ocean tides with man´s moon explored…

Used? Only to fight good against other sorcerers evil.
Life, a folly or emotion, and this bottle of evil?
Fought only for his apprentice, Carlo