The Last Resort

We treaded beneath the harvest moon cursing the viper beneath the hideous act that had left a man gibbering "Ave Maria", too frightened to predecease his age mates he lay lifeless on his death bed a cosy platform made of fine bamboo and his eyes spinned as if in a hex drum beats acclaimed our arrival at the abode of Sango the wizard of wizards of course we had with us a black heifer, snout enough to entice the gods we entered the rounded hut willy-nilly and quietly we fell on a Columbus skin the accustomed comfort for the doctor's guests the famed hermit displayed his aptitude arrayed in mysterious amulets he looked creepy and sure indeed our ticks palpitated dancing in circles marked the preliminaries before moving on to palpate, his already awe-stricken patient slowly the patient was made to gulp a mysterious potion from Sango's secret recipe which we all thought tasted like tonic water that was one of our visit to a warlock and sure enough it proved fruitful for the patient -that- was lives to tell of how magic had beat science