In the seclusion of a crystal blue pond,
set deep in a green shrouded glade.
A wise old man waves a magic wand,
at peace he sits down in the shade.
Dreams of a wizard in times of old,
his mind wanders to places far away.
Mystic legends have yet to be told,
of times when heroes still won the day.
Times when all wrongs were made right,
in a place where spoken words were true.
Where gold winged angels shone bright,
and wounded hearts were softly soothed.
A chapter in an old man's life story,
when all the battles have been won.
All great victories faded with glory,
at peace he awaits the setting sun.
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