In a world of neon lights and steel,
Where circuits pulse and gears feel,
Stands a warrior, with codes as his shield,
The Technomancer, never to yield.

Harnessing the digital, merging with the arcane,
In the midst of warfare, through cybernetic domain.
With every spell cast, data streams intertwine,
The Technomancer rises, with power so divine.

Binary runes and arcane glyphs glow,
As he commands machines, making enemies slow.
Drones fly beside, enchanted with might,
In this techno-battle, he leads the fight.

Silicon and sorcery, in his veins they blend,
Facing down foes, making realities bend.
In the matrix of magic, where few dare to roam,
The Technomancer stands, making it home.

Motherboards meld with mystic stones,
Creating weapons, from chips and bones.
In this world of tech and ancient lore,
He’s the bridge between, forever more.

Firewalls break with a wizard's chant,
Servers awaken with an electronic enchant.
Through VR realms, his consciousness drifts,
Balancing the scales, as the war's tide shifts.

With a digital heart and a sorcerer's soul,
He defies the norms, making the old and new whole.
In a battlefield of codes and spells cast wide,
The Technomancer's might, none can deride.

So in neon nights, when war drums echo,
Remember the hero, who made tech and magic flow.
For in this age of science and ancient dance,
Stands our savior, the Technomancer.

© Magnus Stalhart