Hey friend! It’s finally here, the final week of the fantasy poetry for kids series. This week it’s a dark comedy fantasy poem about a wizard. Of course, I was always gonna do the wizard last! I’ve really enjoyed writing this series, so much so, I will be releasing it in book form, with bonus extra content and some cool art. Better dust of my art skills! If you want updates on my progress and other things in the world of a writing wizard, join my email list here. Not only will it entertain you, but it’ll also make you my personal friend. Yay!
So, without further ado, the final poem in the fantasy poetry series, The Wizard.
The Wizard
The mist rolled thick ‘neath the ancient trees
In the mystical woods, where the fae-folk roam
A figure dark, crunches down the leaves
A crooked old man wandering on alone
As old as the wind, hunched and wise
So filled with mystery, so stout of heart
With a wisp of magic behind his eyes
His slender fingers wrapped around his staff
His hat is pointy, so long his robes
Despite his age, his legs are strong
Down his back his hair it flows
And his silver beard is wild and long
It was a spring-like day in the woods so old
Pixies flittered in the mushroom patch
All at once, the breeze grew cold
The clouds rolled in, foreboding, black
The birds went silent, the faeries ran
The wizard stroked his bearded chin
His eyes grew narrow then vexed and mad
The darkest magic carried on the wind
The trees they whispered in haunted air
The evil in the shadows loomed
The witch stood cackling in her mountain lair
She cursed the wizard, to seal his doom
But the wizard had faced her ilk before
And overcome such evil deeds
Out loud his screamed, his mighty roar
Along then rushed his silver steed
He galloped on through the woods so wild
Weaving amongst the brush so thick
Etched on his face, a devilish smile
As he rushed towards the wicked witch
He left the woods, his wake of dust
Two monstrous trolls awaited up ahead
They readied themselves with their deadly clubs
He drew his sword and removed their heads
The creatures fell down and hit the mud
With a booming, crashing, thunderous fall
The clearing shook with a mighty thud
On he rode swiftly t’ward the mountain tall
He grew closer and the mountain loomed
The darkest shadow swallowed up his all
He summoned his magic, lest he meet his doom
Lest the ancient and mightiest wizard fall
He left his steed, grabbed his sword and staff
And up the wall he began to climb
Then there was an echoing, cackling laugh
That tried to invade the wizard’s mind
He summoned a spell, with the witch to quell
To keep her dastardly and deadly curse away
He whispered it well, to the force she fell
Such secret words, did the wizard say
He climbed up further, struggling higher
Dangling miles above the ground
The wizard’s eyes, they burned like fire
As lightning crashed and the cold wind howled
At last he reached that rocky peak
And he snuck inside the witch’s lair
She had yellowing teeth and being quite the freak
Just cackling, staring, standing there
With words of spite, she spat and hissed
And cursed the wizard once again
The wizard so brave, blocked her tricks
Which left the witch’s evil spell constrained
But the wicked witch, she was far from done
Round him exploded a noxious smoke
He breathed it inside his straining lungs
And then the poor wizard began to choke
His head went funny, all kinda hazy
The enchantings tangled and caught his mind
His heart it boomed his head went crazy
And sparkles appeared inside his eyes
The Wizard said, to the loathsome wench
“Stop this madness! Stop this fight.
Come sit right here, atop this bench
Don’t you worry, it will be alright
“We’ll meet our demise, such a foolish end
This shouldn’t be our deadly fate
Though you’re a haggard, scraggly crone
We’ll go tonight, out on a date”
She agreed to a dance or two
Then they hugged and then they kissed
If you’d have seen it you would’ve surely spewed
The sucking, squelching, drooling lips
Their kiss it stopped and her a-fluttered
And off she went to find her bestest frock
But she felt all funny and kind of flustered
Then in a puff she turned to a frog
And it is with a heavy heart that now this wizard must move onto other projects, but don’t worry there’s always Diary of a Wizard to keep you going! If you haven’t, don’t forget to check out the entire fantasy series back catalogue right here. Thanks for your time, you’re the best!
See ya next time friend!
Barry S. Brunswick is an author and best selling poet.
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Dreamland Part 1 – The Fabric of Dreams
Dreamland Part 2 – The Masters of Light
Dreamland Part 3 – The Veil of Shadow
Hairy Man a short story
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