I am the human mage the bringer of pain.
I will freeze you in place and make fire rain.
I will use arcane magic and missiles galore.
Until you cry out 'I can't take any more'.
I can make my own food to heal my health.
I use explosions at random to detect for stealth.
I can make my own drink to recover my magic.
I can light you on fire with one simple click.
I can send you to hell or maybe to Darnassus.
Then I go and train in my wizarding classes.
'Please port me to Shattrah', I hear day and night.
Then they give me a tip and jump into the light.
I use all the elements arcane, frost, and fire.
My power is endless but I want it much higher.
I am stuck in just rags with a silly old staff.
But the magic I weild is my favorite craft.
I will hit you from far with my wand that's enchanted.
If you wish to die, your wish will be granted.
I long studied hard to obtain all my power.
I can kill 90 gnolls in under an hour.
I use crowd control to get me in groups.
If I pull aggro I can only say, 'oops'.
DPS is another talent I use.
When I am in your group we will never lose.
So look at my power and then look away.
If you stare too long I may kill you today.
When old I'll retire a savvy wise sage.
But for now here I am, a powerful mage.