The wizard couldn't believe it,
How could this thing be true?
He stared at the map amazed,
It wasn't something that he drew!

There it was, that patch of green
How did it defy his evil hand?
It showed the town of Thorn
Come back on its' own land!

Charity smiled down at him,
From her perch up on the oak
He snarled curses at her,
Such ire did she provoke!

"I'm not done here yet." He cried
"Let this be your funeral pyre."
He waved his arms, spoke a spell,
And set the oak on fire!

The End

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