The Wishing Well Poem by Antonia Nasi

The wizard he waits with wand in his hand,
He's waited for ages to conquer this land

Secluded, he dwells, no friend and no mate...
His thoughts in a frenzy; a psychotic state

He sits on his throne
With malice on mind
No kindness awaits
For those he will find

His power so great
He once ruled as King...
And mastered this land...
all his for the asking

And on All Hallow's Eve he raises his hell...
Dumping all his dead bodies...
Down the 'ole Wishing Well