My minions lie in front of me,
They're waiting to be taught...
With magic wands and 'Blessed Be's! '
Of all my spells they sought
They watch me with impressive stares,
They raise their furrowed brows...
'You'll be a creature to reckon with...
of this I do avow! '
My book of incantations turned
To zealous, wanton ears
'Oh! There is one minion who...
had hidden and now appears! '
'Ah my little creature come,
and join your brothers here!
There is no reason to escape...
There's nothing you need fear! '
'So in this forest we will rule
My friends don't be afraid...
Go find the rest and bring them here...
I will not be betrayed! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem