Magic isn't ice or fire.Magic isn't ice or fire.

It's the lights that dance in your eyes.

Magic is that hidden desire,

One that can lead to hope or demise.

Magic is to pick up a pen,

Stare at a blank page and make it full.

Magic is to lift up your chin,

And tear away from the world's pull.

Magic isn't beauty or fame.

It's stories only you yet know.

It's the courage to leave the game

Of blending in and pomp and show.

Magic is a word on a page.

Magic is a soul agleam.

What it takes to be a mage?

Turn the page, and learn to dream.