The Wizard and the Haunted Castle

The Wizard lived a Thousand Years,
  He had a Thousand Names.
He Longed for Love and Mystery,
  He'd Played a Thousand Games.

But he Drank Potions That were to Strong,
  A Thousand Years of Hard Abuse.
And His Spells were all Wrong,
  The Magic Powers of No Use.

Now He Lives in a Haunted Castle,
  Sees the Jokers Empty Chair.
Now He Roams Alone in the Haunted Castle,
  Shadowed Ghosts Standing Everywhere.

Now he Greives in the Haunted Castle,
  With Solitary Dreams with Nothing to Share.
Greatful Dead in the Haunted Castle,
  With Silent Dreams of the Empty Chair.

M. B.



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