Saul, the sorcerer.

With witch craft he draws crowds.

From far and wide people come.

Bewitching them, he controlls the sum.

“To the churches we must go!” says Saul with a voice that burns like embers.

Marching on his mission.

His mission to overthrow.

Overthrow the church, they are his foe.

Fire scorched within him.

His army faithfully follows.

Prepared to smite all, not caring it will end in sorrows.

Only a days journey on foot will it be.

To reach the synagogues.

With his enchantment, Saul will show all who the real king is.

Magic.

In the heat of the desert, him and his men march on.

Lack of water is making him weak, but he pushes on.

When from above, a bright light pierces through the clouds.

Beaming down on Saul, paralyzing him.

With no one to be seen, he hears a booming voice.

“_Saul, Saul, why hast thou persecuted me_?”

His tongue cannot speak. For it is being held.

“_With magic, you deny me_” the trumpet of a voice continues.

The last words he hears,

“_Magic comes with a price, are you willing to pay_?”

The light disappears. Leaving him blind.

Crying out for help, but his army stands there too afraid to move.

They all heard the voice, but saw no man.

How can this be?

Magic… maybe.

But why would Saul cause himself to be blind?

Frightened from the light.

His men flee, leaving him alone.

Without his sight, all hope is thrown.

Saul, lived his life in magic.

Never thinking it could end so tragic.

(I hope no one finds offense to this. It is a story taken from the Bible but with a twist)