Slim Flames

In shadowed woods where whispers weave, lives the wizard slim, hard to conceive
With a flick of spark in his gleaming eye, he summons flames that reach the sky
I hear the tale of Slim, a friend to the fire, a wizard whose flames leap higher and higher
Born from magic yet cursed the same, in each blaze he whispers his name

By day he's shadowed, by night a light, a figure of fear in the flickering night
Villages whisper of the fire's warm embrace, a wizard slim who leaves no trace
Oh, in his heart there's a wild turmoil, compelled by fire, nature's own loyal
Not mischief, nor dire malice, just born from an uncontrollable fire's chalice

Each spark he casts is a cry of plea, in the roaring flame he finds his glee, a moment of peace
As the world turns ash in smoldering ruins, his hopes smash
I hear the tale of Slim, a friend to the fire, a wizard whose flames leap higher and higher
Born from magic yet cursed the same, in each blaze he whispers his name

When the night sky's bright, eerily aglow, and woods light up with a strange, fierce show
I think of Slim with his heart aflame, pyromancer in his fiery game