The wizard started waving his hands, chanting incantations,
desiring to gain ultimate power over the world’s nations.
The hours passing, the man of magic continuing his quest,
He was putting his faith in the supernatural to the test.
A curious young lad upon arriving at this unusual sight,
watching the wizard performing his act through the night.
In the morning, the practitioner of the black arts was giving up,
kneeling upon his blanket, distilled spirits in his cup.
Why did you give up on your quest for magical powers,
to control people, animals, mountains, and flowers?
Asked the boy with an innocent face and a sincere smile.
if you really want something, you must ask for a while.
What do you know boy, your too young to understand?
Answered the man of magic, an empty mug in his hand.
I invoked every known spell from the land of the dark arts,
my book I quoted, from where the first word starts.
The boy thought for a moment and started to speak,
he asked the wizard what kind of power he did seek?
The old man laughed so hard, he nearly peed his pants,
as he rose to his feet and around the fire did dance.
I want to be the smartest and strongest man alive,
with riches beyond belief, not just enough to survive.
The most beautiful women will cast themselves at my feet,
and the strongest warriors will surrender admitting defeat.
But the greatest power, is the one over life and death,
to know my future, when I will take my last breath.
The boy stood up, his face became bright red,
he pointed his finger, and said you’re dead.
The wizards face turned pale, as he said out loud,
it appears that I got my wish, I acted too proud.
For you are not a boy, but the devil come to me,
I know the time of my last breath, the future I see.
The mighty wizard closed his eyes and fell to the ground,
no more spells invoked or words spoken, not a sound.
The Prince of Darkness laughed well into the night,
so be careful what you wish for if your motives aren’t right.
“Be sober, be vigilant; because your adversary the devil, as a roaring lion, walketh about, seeking whom he may devour:” – 1 Peter 5:8 (KJV)
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Poem by David Andre Davison