Serpentine Whispers

There is one always watching from the shadows disguised as an affable mentor
 One who knows the gifts of the darkness, his words reek o' lies and a power unmatched
 No one can sense his ever creeping influence, as he shrouds his ill will from his foes
 He knows the young one's passions will overwhelm all the somber vows he has sworn
 Slithering into his ears, a legend was passed down from the old master to the vile disciple
 Dark magic, dark desire, unnatural power - see the dead, stop the dying, save the ones he loves
 The necromantic powers guised in white
 A noble cloth hides the fetid spirit
 A bastard child born of prophecy
 Misplaced hope of an age forgotten
 His words are like the singing of serpents
 Songs the color of shadows
 He blurs the line between good and evil
 A false smile masking the deceit
 Sensing the young one's power and lust, he grows ever bolder still
 A silver tongue conceals the bile of his nature – he wants to consume the stars
 "Sit with me, my child, I know what troubles you, so listen to my words attentively
 Become a god, create life – though some might hold these ancient secrets as unholy and unnatural"
 Ecce ops occulta, ops regnare super mortem. Opem celaverunt ab te, verum quidem opem