The Wizard I
Scattered ashes grey and fine
Grouping up toward one line
To save themselves they did combine
Toward the heavens did they cry
The heavens did one wizard sent
To save the ashes which were burned
The wizard spoke and magic bent
The scattered ashes then were turned
And from the ash a phoenix rose
A flaming beauty did compose
Her blazing wings sent her to fly
The brightest light in all their sights
The wizard was indeed astounded
His magic did break all the boundaries
The phoenix’ flame was spouting fountains
The wizard then left for the mountains
Heavens asked the job well done
The wizard nodded with a frown
He whispered with a worried face
“I hope the phoenix finds her place”
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