wizards’tower

shrouded in mystery in his antient wizards’ tower
sits the mighty sage, meditating upon his power
how did he came to be?
what exactly did he see?
which forgotten books he read?
that he into the tower fled?
hath he answered all his queries?
without being tormented by being weary
his eyes gazing into the crystal ball
in his hand the coins of yi and tarot fall
the cards are mixed, the coins are shaken
and with his will even lives are taken
the dark arts he has studied but forsaken
now he is the manifestation of light
but his body is affected with the blight
this is the curse of dagoth ur
heinous creature dwelling in a shabby yurt
unlike our greatest wizard in his tower
we appraise thy power glourious mage!
mix us a potion with thy love and sage.