Magic Maker, Breaker of Dreams

In the Age of Unaware, when Taliesin will live,
magic is a tool of the bandit, moving in cursive
to remain anonymous to standard peers.
Tal opens his Impulse, finding his fears.

Two Authors incoming from the Sack,
the ruthless police force, no doubt will attack.
Closing his tool, he clipped out two orange and one blue.
Finally, the melting tabs, he won't have to chew.

His homemade dispenser of Pharmagic,
deals out experimental medicines under sleeve of jacket.
Normally only taken by the magic maker.
Bandits must cook to know the baker.

From orange, slowly yet definite, strength appears.
Crouching low then floating through the air, mind clears.
Landing on the rooftop, blue calming his senses'
battle with adrenaline, steadying thinking in intenseness.

Clipping out a green, Tal stands, glancing quickly all round.
His increased sight, mixed with serenity and adrenaline, crowned
the path he needs quite easily. None are as masterful
as Taliesin!  Magic coursing, men a mere obstacle.

Gaining his wealth for a week in a night,
Tal will sleep and moan for three days without sight.
Cleaning and cooking on four. Planning and starving on five,
leaving him two days a week to live, to survive.