Ode to the Sorcerer
There's a sorcerer's castle in the dale
Where no one dares to go
all know that he is powerful
He sees all as foe
He trusts no one at all
He thins all seek to steal his spells
He is a mighty sorcerer
No one goes where he dwells.
A few have tried and never lived to tell the tale
He overcame each one, the sorcerer in the dale.
He likes his solitude and quiet
His lover is his spellbook
It is covered in wards and runes
So no one else can look
His laboratory is at the top
Up there under the eaves
Up there he casts his magic
He's withered all of the leaves.
Free The Midi
