The Wizard

His ancient eyes that wisdom wrought
His lines of age that time forgot
Looking now over changing lands
A realm built not with idol hands

Dwelling here in his simple home
Hidden beneath a leafy dome
The elves and fairies he loves to greet
And the bear, and the elk if chance they meet

And hap they verge midst leafy oak
With twilight high and a fire to stoke
They'd gather here, all beasts of wood
To sit all amongst as rarely could

All ears perked forward, and eyes aloft
The wizard starts, his voice kept soft
Glancing at each from the hare down low
To the wolf, and the gnome, and the lynx and the crow

Tales he'd tell of days of old
Maidens of fair fancied knights so bold
Great kings to throne grand kingdoms' wealth
Wine goblets raised, "Hail! To your health!"

Mighty warriors clashed battles afar
Lone masters that travel by light of star
Trolls of black hearts, sharp horns of Minataur
Breath of fire, was writ dragon lore

And high above all, praised wizards' name
Whose council given, sought not for fame
Of might and of magic, the wisest of sage
The bearers of fortune, guarded secrets of age

Was wizards believed true masters of realm
Listened to the wind, and spoke to the elm
Wondrous in nature and on earth he'd find
Pure of thought, not foul of mind

Those days past, though heart yearns to be
Mixing potions, casting spells, he'd decree
These tales he'd lived, his time he'd bought
And tells through eyes that wisdom wrought.