Once upon a time there was a magician with knowledge divine,
that lived through ages, met kings, fought wars and put his life on the line.
He was very well versed in the surrounding lands,
where his lonesome tower always stands.
There was a knock on his gate,
a sudden traveller visiting his tower.
Shook The Magician indeed was
at the sight of an unknown flower.
The Traveller spoke in a calm voice,
asking The Magician about the flower's origin.
The Magician looked on in disbelief,
and The Traveller showed a shadowy grin.
You call yourself a holder of divine knowledge,
yet you seem to be quite on the edge.
Have you not been beyond the borders of your kingdom,
never seeking the outside freedom?
The world outside the kingdom is vast,
though you have never left in the past.
You could have left but you did not,
have they, perhaps, tied you to this spot?
The Traveller left without another word,
leaving behind the questions stabbing like a sword.
The Magician suddenly longed to see the freedom,
so he ventured to the heart of the kingdom.
Unbeknownst to him,
the future was looking grim.
The people were living in poverty,
while wealthy nobles treated them like property.
On The Magician's adventure,
he felt his heart rupture.
What he saw,
was his kingdom's fatal flaw.
A broken mother's sad weeps,
as her young son eternally sleeps.
A hanged father's wish for his daughter,
who was taken like a lamb for slaughter.
The Magician was taken over by grief,
looking at what the kingdom has become in disbelief.
This kingdom he no longer understood,
when in front of a mountain of corpses he stood.
In front of the corpses where he stands, he saw blood on his hands.
A chill froze him to the core,
was there nothing he could have done?
Perhaps if he didn't stay in his tower,
the daughter would have grown into a beautiful flower.
The son would be a good father,
and with the old parents at the table gather.
Burning with blazing rage,
it was time for the final stage.
On this stage The King would appear,
confronted by The Magician full of fear.
As he confronted the King,
the birds started to sing.
They sang a song full of sorrow,
because The Magician would never see the tomorrow.
Once upon a time there was a magician with knowledge divine,
that lived through ages, met kings, fought wars and put his life on the line.
He was shackled under the kingdom,
for The Magician longed to see freedom.