Underneath his boulder fortress
The wizard plots the kings demise
Mixing potions, sifting powders
Watching with his evil eyes
The body count had risen
From sorcery that he performed
Experiments of bloody torture
Murderous plague the people mourned
He sends the falcon hunting
As he looks into the crystal
Seeing lords and ladies dancing
At the new king's celebration
And he puts his fingers to his chin
To plan his best surprise
Demonic brainstorms fill his thinking
Sitting in his chamber room
The king will die before the morning
And he will step out from the doom
Fifteen years proceeded slowly
The wizard lived his life alone
Lying many sleepless nights
He vowed he would possess the throne
Bearing gifs he's riding
Through the forest to the castle
Standing there with open arms
The king will drink the potion
He will laugh and dance then find his sleep
And die beneath the moon
The court is total chaos
And the guards were summoned much too late
The wizard stands before them chanting
In silence he describes their fate
I am the wizard wise and good
And I shall rule from this day on
The king's untimely passing
Has left the throne I sit upon
Do not defy my bidding
For my magic has the power
To turn you into statues
If you meet with my displeasure
You look at me as though I'm mad
But soon you shall be gone
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