The Wizard

Far away up in the blackened night sky

There stands a dark tower in the mountains high

A wizard lives there with powerful magic

If you befriend him it could be quite tragic

He chants over his caldron with potions all around

He pours carefully his mix without making a sound

Swinging his staff to perfect his spell

At the midnight hour you can here a faint bell

The room suddenly glows with bright shining beams

He holds up a round globe of colors and dreams

He chants and he swirls with an evil grin

His grayish white beard glows round his chin

So be careful if you come upon the robes of blue

You just might be next into his magical brew

Author: Pauline Libutti