• Wizards of old cast your spell,
    Lifting your arms out towards my head,
    The clouds go dark, the sky turns red,
    Swirling in circles around this bearded man.

    They say he is old, they say he is wise,
    Knows all the lore from monsters to mice,
    His eyes are white like his long flowing hair,
    The magic around him cuts through the atmosphere.

    Covered in black from his head to his feet,
    The site of him makes me weep,
    Boom of his voice coming at me!

    Lightning jumps from his finger tips,
    I fall to my knees ready for death,
    Arcing and swirling around this evil man,
    Who could kill me with just his glance.

    Lightning streaming up his arms,
    Down his feet again,
    Giant arcs from the fingertips.
    I stand before him covered in sweat.

    I knew this was bad idea to start with,
    All the gold in the world could never be worth this,
    As I think to myself “how could this be it?”.

    Lightning shoots all around my body,
    I try to run but my body just stops,
    My feet clench up, teeth chatter,
    muscles tense up, darkness taking over.

    I fall to the ground as I start to hemorrhage,
    Blood pouring down my face and jacket,
    I guess it was a bad idea to see his daughter,
    Her beautiful face her wonderful smile.

    Too bad the old man decided to come home,
    So sad he found us naked in his room,
    Once we were rolling on his bed,
    now I’m laying here almost dead.

    Guess the wizard's redheaded daughter was a bad idea,
    Though it was sure a good way to end up dead!