DR (09-11-1982 / London, England)

The Wizard

Fall among the valleys to hide and crep,
Find the puddles of wisdom and swim a mile deep
To ask the wizard why it is I bleed and weep
To give me an honest answer and no deceitful weave
Can he tell me why this is what ive come to be

I see the wizard and he’s drawn deep within,
Deep inside his mystic skin.
Destroyed by his own heroin sin

So I restart but where to begin
A flash of light and I return,
Back to this place of disconcern
on the banks of a painful stream
was I gone or was it a dream

if even the wizard can fall foul,
to the acute viciousness of the crowd
and easily surrender his magical crown.
what hope is there for us all,
earth bound naturally,
but hell bound after all

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Comments (1)

this is a nice fastasy style poem, keep it up.