Poet-
Wizard
cast
you under my spell,
send
you spinning awfully well,
listen
out to take you where,
only
fools or evil spirits dare.
but
purpose of a happy life,
is
what I make to end the strife,
alchemy
bright and much to do,
in
league with magic over you.
come
to me be wild and free,
I'll
share the dream yet to see,
cauldron
boiling, a broth of wisdom,
in
days of old 'tis here my kingdom.
knights
and maidens, courtly folk,
I
called the jester to share his joke,
and
in the banquet hall I see,
no-one
dares to back-chat over me.
For
I could cast an evil spell....
and
send the fuckers straight to hell....
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