Found in the deepness of its lair

 

There is one that hides from the crowd

 

Not because he fears them

 

He fears no one

 

But because there is no allure to come out

 

To roam amongst the commoners that drown in their simple ideas

 

Shrouded in fears and desires that offer nothing that can arouse

 

 

He hides in darkness to not be bothered

 

But is still found out

 

By few that know of his existence

 

 

Why would someone seek him out

 

If there is no billboard to promote

 

Or even a bell to ring

 

 

He can perform magic

 

Make your darkest wishes come true

 

 

If you are willing to live in his world

 

That can become your world

 

He can be where you live

 

What you dress

 

What you touch

 

Taste

 

See

 

Smell

 

Hear

 

 

He can be both what you most adore

 

As well as your worst nightmare

 

 

The transformer

 

The taker

 

Whose touch can both kill

 

As well as make you alive

 

 

Few have the strength to summon him

 

Success hangs on the edge of the knife

 

And failure provides a path of no return

 

 

Nothing can stand in his way

 

Capable of moving mountains to fit his needs

 

Capable of sending anyone to his knees with a whisper

 

Unrelenting on those he grabs

 

If they are the object of his fury

 

Or of his desire

 

 

What magic can he do to you

 

With you

 

For you

 

 

The most ancient and powerful one

 

Made with moving bodies

 

With gestures that make no symbols

 

With sounds that make no words

 

With touches that go beyond the skin

 

Reaching both your heart and your mind

 

 

What can you offer him in exchange for your prize

 

As everything has a price

 

Specially that which no one else in the world can offer

 

 

He has no interest in material possessions

 

Titles, tales or songs

 

He has no fancy for bodies

 

He has seen and touched many

 

More than one could touch in a lifetime

 

 

But he likes dreams and spells

 

As well as canvas where those two can mix

 

Where they can form and transform

 

Both the canvas

 

As those who see it

 

 

Making the body freeze

 

The blood boil

 

With sweat running down your face

 

Stuck between running away

 

And letting yourself surrender to such sight

 

Until cast into stone you become

 

 

If after all these warnings

 

You still decide to try your luck

 

What do you need to do

 

 

Empty your canvas so he can paint on it

 

Give him your dream so he can play with it

 

Create a spell that can bind you to him

 

And if he recognises the power of that spell

 

He will use it to take you

 

 

To empty yourself is somewhat easy

 

To give your dream is even more

 

But what of that spell

 

How can that be made

 

 

Such spell starts in you

 

No specific words need to be spoken

 

But every single one has to be imbued with meaning

 

Powered by every emotion in your body

 

To be as strong as the toughest metal

 

Soft as the softest silk

 

Bright as the brightest star in the sky

 

Capable of shining in the darkness that it will invoke

 

Capable of arousing anyone that it touches

 

Capable of surviving in the harshest conditions for a lifetime

 

 

If you can do this

 

If you can make this

 

He will welcome you in

 

To take you and break you

 

 

To shape you in the shape of your dream

 

Chained to a will that will not let you go