Lol, thanks Defal. Hey, I found a poem I wrote before I ever finished the story, and it fit perfectly with Pirelann's dilemma. So here it is.

Power's Snare

I searched for a place that possesses no name
Many before me had sought for the same.
I wait for a time that has not yet been
I am haunted by ghosts that will never be seen.

I seek passage through the impassable places
I have calmed the implacable guardian faces.
In silence, time passes; I wait and learn
Ageless, I bide as the seasons turn.

Stony seas and liquid ground
The world has been turned upside down.
Black flames flicker in a brillian night
Sound turns to silence, shadow to light.

Burning eyes in a restless sky
Fish trade places with those who fly.
Somehow stable in this unstable land
Snared by my power, unchanging I stand.

Black lightning lances through transparent red seas
Trapped underwater by locks with no keys.
Equally imprisoned, I do not sleep
Persistantly watching, my vigil I keep.

Light washes over the shifting day sky
Nothing is right and there's no reason why.
Rivers flow backwards, the wind becomes still
The sun turns black and stones fall uphill.

Silver ribbons wind through the lightless day
When freedom is coming I cannot say.
I have gone too far, too much I sought
In a prison of my own making I have been caught.

Helpless I wait, powerless in this trap
Patiently waiting for my tether to snap.
Throughout the ages my plans I have spun
For I merely wait for when my time will come.

~Coppertop