The Writers' Circle

Wizards of old cast your spell

As you're lifting your arms out towards my head

The clouds go dark and the sky turns red

Swirling in circles around this bearded man

They say he is old they say he is wise

Knows all of the lore of from monsters to mice

His eyes are white just like his long flowing hair

The magic around him cuts through the atmosphere

Covered in black from his head to his feet

Site of him makes me weep the boom of his voice coming at me

Lightning jumps from his finger tips I fall to my knees ready for death

Arcing and swirling around this evil man who could kill me with just his glance

Lightning streaming up his arms and down his feet again

Giant arcs from the fingertips

I stand in front of him covered in sweat

I knew this was bad idea to start with

All the gold in the world could never be worth this

As I think to myself "how could this be it?"

Lightning shoots all around my body

I try to run but my body just stops

My feet clench up, teeth chatter, muscles tense up, darkness taking over

I fall to the ground as I start to hemorrhage

Blood pouring down my face and jacket

I guess it was a bad idea to see his daughter again

Her beautiful face her wonderful smile

Too bad the old man decided to come home

So sad he found us naked in his room

Once we were rolling on his bed now I'm laying here almost dead

Guess the wizard's redheaded daughter was a bad idea

Though it was sure a good way to end up dead!