Sorceror
His dragon at his feet
His staff topped
With magic stone
He is the last of
The sorcerors
His power is unmatched
And every one of his enemies
Is soon enough dispatched
His thoughts become reality
If he should wish it so
He rules in total silence
For everyone does know
He is the all-powerful Sorceror
The last of his kind,
His realm of mystic powers
Visible even to the totally blind
Copyright © Tom Bell | Year Posted 2008
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