Charm and Guile

So the wizard strode into the town,
And set out to charm and beguile,
He flashed his teeth, gave out gold,
And exercised his wile.

O how the people did love him,
With his magic and panache,
And his wholly disarming manner;
He won them over in a flash.

But he cared not for the townspeople's favor,
Only for that of Charity,
For it was she who possessed the oak,
He desired so ardently.

"Dear girl," he said to her,
"What is it that you wish?
A pony,  puppy, a magic wand?
A golden flying fish?"

Charity frowned and thought,
Pondering what he'd said,
But she didn't really want these things,
So she replied instead:

"I've never really wanted,
Anything of worth,
I only wish for happiness,
For everyone on earth."

The End

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