I gazed upon his mighty tall tower,
It look as if it had lasted through hell,
The rage it held grew by the hour,
Until I was struck with a hot wild spell!
I looked up to see a weathered wizard,
He had a evil look, that nasty scowl,
In his beard were scraps of some gizzard,
It could make a lesser man scream and howl!
My rear seared,and plagued with unholy welts,
Would you believe,that he sent another,
I turned to see that he burned my felts,
Well a spell did come sailing, Oh Brother!
That day I never returned to this place,
In the fear,I’ll be magicked and displaced!