The Wizard Mordecai
It once was said in olden days,
When lands now sunk were risen
The birth of a boy by stranger ways
Whose father laid kept in prison
After many a year he was widely known
As the peculiar child toy-tinkerer
He was deeply odd, and kept a tome,
The wandering deep-think-thinkerer
It came to pass one solemn eve,
By blood moon’s howl of dark
A war broke out, two kings of greed,
A devil’s brood to hark!
A call rang out from sea to sea
To conscript four armies of gold
The boy about was sought in need
“For kingdom!” Or so he was told…
His arcane ways were the awe of the army
By spark of his mystical eye
The toy-tinkering child had so become
The wizard called Mordecai
Now Mordecai was a gentle soul,
And cared for all that lived
Yet by boom of drum and cry of gold
He battled for “thy Kingdom’s” bid
Through smoke and fire he so arose
Dazzling Hell’s soldier’s of fortune;
With lightning and wind he did oppose
The warrior’s dread-dream distortion
Yet he tired of war and so took egress,
From battlefields of hate-flesh flood
To the trees he did so sorely confess
His sins he bathed in blood
By divine appoint was he forgiven
And so came a message from bees:
“From our Kingdom to yours, thus now driven,
Go forth and usher new peace!”
And so the wizard Mordecai,
That warrior-mage of old,
Surged up his magic of thunder-sky
Thus fell the age of Gold
