Sorcerer's Reflection

The water was so soft,
So smooth so plain.
That one could see through the pebbles,
And the underneath water structures.

The water so clear,
As clear as a crystal.
No need of any deflection,
As you could see yourself, as a reflection.

The reflection was not so perfect,
As the person seeing it.
Was so much imperfect.

After many years,
He set his own identity.
No worry, no joy,
He, himself and his destiny.

Again he saw his reflection,
To his amazement; it wasn't a deflection.
Now he could summon any spirit he wants,
Good, Bad or Evil, Just the magic of his Wand.

The reflection that he summoned,
Was bad at first.
But something mysterious happened,
That it didn't last for years.

The beast he summoned,
Was the protector itself.
He summoned the sorcerer,
By trapping him in that  Sorcer's Reflection.