a Solemn Travesty

Now the wizard knew his tricks,
And those that came before,
Whose fates and destinies he fixed: 
Their futures made no more.

And so it was often the case
In which they would come seeking,
He'd send them out to search for goods
As payment for their speaking.

Though memory had served him fine,
This time a fog had settled,
Upon his brow, when he did try
Recall the man so nettled.

"Pray tell, my friend." he coaxed a smile,
"Where had I bid you go?
If you can tell me what you sought,
The antidote I'll know."

The End

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