The Wicked Wizard of the West
The Wizard went place to place
In the shadows for disguise
A wicked smile on his face
And manic prism eyes
A crooked hat on his head
And a serpent for a staff
The master of fear and dread
With a wicked little laugh
In a dark forest he resides
Neath the mountains in the West
On a lightening bolt he rides
Raining chaos on his quest
Casting spells on all he meets
Left so helpless in a trance
He slinks away down the streets
With a wicked little dance
Then rides that bolt of lightning
Across the blood-red skies
A ghastly sight so frightening
Those manic prism eyes
Copyright © Randy Freie | Year Posted 2024
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