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Wizards (really nerdy)
Bazooka Wing
27 Aug 2004
The wizard comes from the West...
A wooden staff and a cloak of brown.
His eyes are green, and in the green he sees...
Seas of trees, swaying in an errie little breeze.
Things are red, things are orange... things are death.
The time is fall..
The wizard comes from the North...
A blue wand in hand, and a cape of white.
His eyes are Ice, and in the Ice he sees...
Snowcapped peaks, flirting with cotton clouds.
Things are silver, things are nothing... things are dead.
The time is winter.
The wizard comes from the East...
A green wand in hand, and a naked skin if coral.
His eyes are seas, and in the seas he sees...
Flowing rivers, surging oceans, the power of mother.
Things are bright, things are purple... things are awakening.
The time is spring.
The wizard comes from the South...
A staff of metal, a coat of crimson.
His eyes are burning, and in the fire he sees...
Volcanic eruptions, and golden sands.
Things are bronze, things are yellow... Things are alive.
The time is Summer
And from above the Wizard comes.
He holds nothing, and is nothing.
He has no eyes, and he sees no one.
The emptiness of space, and the test of time.
Things arent there, things are gone... things were never.
The time is never.
I realize this isn't very good, and it pretty childish. But I still enjoy reading it.
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