Poem.....The Wizard
I hold in my hand
So sayeth the Wizard
A magic potion
To heal your dark mood
Encantation is a must
Followed by this sign
Which alerts evil spirits
To prepare for their journey
Into other unsuspectors
Drink this dark liquid
Brewed of tombstone moss
And black spiders ground
And dark thoughts will leave you
Not a trace to be found
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