The Wizard's Orb

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

A wizard sees the world through his crystal ball, but finds he wants more.

Find comfort by my campfire friend,

Perhaps you’d care to share a tale.

A yarn to fill the long day’s end.

And help your heart grow hale.


This story is a simple one,

In a far wasteland there doth lie,

A place parched by the blazing sun,

The only sounds? The buzzard’s cries.


This land is host to a Wizard’s tower.

He lived all alone, they say.

He peered each moment and each hour,

Into an orb clear as cloudless days.


This ball of crystal revealed all the world,

And the spaces in-between.

He gazed on dragons and their treasure hordes.

On brutish ogres green and mean.


It showed him ancient halls and trolls.

Vampires and their vassals.

Queens and kings and halfling holes.

Orcish clans and crumbling castles.


The Wizard viewed wonders and glories grand,

But realized one day he’d ne’er really seen them.

So he left the orb in his tower and,

Wandered off to a horizon random.


So now the orb awaits,

In dust and darkness all alone.

Wishing for a better fate,

And for its wizard to come home.


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Submitted: October 23, 2021

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