D. Ballad 1: The Wizard Of Mutaitho Poem by Hannington Mumo

Mutaitho is a hill that from far can be seen
By those who with hawk-like eyes scan distant things.
None has ever got near that spooky hill
On which the lethal wizard lived.
And though she's dead it's widely believed
That no mortal dares go near the Mutaitho hill.

Wizards of her infamy live centuries without end
For their spirits die not though their flesh may perish;
And their wrath escalates when the possessor dies;
Murder and torture more than ever they begin to cherish,
And the smell of blood drives them ravenous mad!

The wizard's name to all remained unknown
And her voice no mortal ever heard;
Her life was one huge obscurity
For none talked of her good or bad,
Because her spirit was ever eavesdropping
On all the conversations of simple humans!