Mage of Blood

Empty and blank, nothing but nil, your mind was but a void.
The clock has ticked, the time has come, your hope has been destroyed.
Emotions swim, logic drowns, your mind's lost in the flood,
Together you stand, united you fall, because you're the Mage of Blood.

I figured I'd draw myself as a Mage of Blood. I'm not quite sure whether I'm a Page of Blood or a Mage of Blood, I tend to swap between the two a lot. When I draw art, I mostly stick with Mage, since, well, you try drawing a serious picture with a Page. They have no pants.