Tristan Robert Lange

The Wizard

Once upon an awful time

There lived a most kindly soul

That, though times were far from sublime

Lived into a compassionate role.

This wizard, master of fantasy,

Could summon dragons and woodland elves,

Leading the wise to ecstasy

While leaving the foolish to themselves.

With the sure stroke of an inky wand,

The sage could invoke joyous smiles,

Swims across the mind’s dreamy pond,

And rainbows that stretched across many miles.

Here’s the thing about this wily wizard—

Despite the times folks thought the wiz died,

Those depths they cut through his skull’s gizzard—

This wizard was, is, and evermore alive.