The wizard stands with his staff in hand
He watches the land, sea and sky
Dressed in blue and silver like the moon
He knows he has to be sly
The armies below him do not know
He is standing on the hill
Watching the war of the ravens and those that do them ill
He lifts his staff gently up
He swirls it around real slow
He then points it outwards and the wind begins to blow
Gently at first, like a cool summer breeze
But it then paces up and the raven enemies wheeze
As the dust of the beach around them gather
To hit them in the face
Choking the eagles into the ground
And showers them with disgrace
The wizard grumbles as he leaves
He knows his job is done
You don’t piss off a wizard like him that is really dumb!
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