Mystic Mastery

The XEN, ten powers of Octopon’s might, Mystic masteries, born from spirit’s light. From centuries of human spirit drawn. Mystic forces formed ultimate might, Human hands created their light. Ten elements, universal and grand, To master all is fate’s own pen, To shape the future there and then. Though ten exist, in our world see, Only eight can magical be. Humans beware, these powers vast, Wielding XEN can never last. For in the shadows, a god does loom, Nurder haunts murder's ghast. Shortcuts taken, dead paths of dread, But heed this warning, for danger is near, his path of carnage on pages appear. Never a XEN possess, For dark shadow follows to soul distress. The Shadow God Nurder, a golem of night, Haunts the Xen as darkness does light.