Step, step, pause, breathe. Step, step, pause, breathe.

Stumbling along the open road, cane in hand, beard covered in sand,
The ancient, grey wizard did roam the land.
Mumbling to himself, lost in thoughts of his past,
Still prideful and arrogant, knowing the spells he could cast.
He knew not where he went, nor did he know why,
But he did know one thing, he knew he was sly.

Step, step, pause, breathe. Step, step, pause, breathe.

Along his journey, he encountered a child,
Running alone by herself, looking frisky and wild.
Stroking his beard, the wizard flashed a wicked smile,
For he planned a foul plan, with his evil wit and guile.
trade he would make, and her soul he would take,
For nary but a shiny bauble her soul she'd forsake.
"Hello, little child! Little child, hello!
Would you like a shiny ball, a ball that will glow?"
And with a twiddle of his fingers, the ball did appear,
Her face lit with curiousitiy, the child did near.
"A little bit closer. Come closer, my dear!
No reason to worry, there is nothing to fear!"
Quick as a mouse, the girl scurried in,
Swiped up the bauble and tugged the beard on his chin.
Stunned for a moment by the brash little girl,
Recovering quickly, his lips began to curl,
Spitting out foul words of magic, the wizard stood tall,
Then took a step forward, and began a sharp fall!
Far too late, he realized his fate,
His face fell hard on the pale, earthen slate.
Though bruised and bloody, the worst wound was his pride,
For the sly, little thief had his boots tied!
And picking himself up, he began to curse,
For now he realized, she made off with his purse!

Step, wince, pause, breathe. Step, wince, pause, breathe.

Stumbling along the open road, in cloak and hood, beard covered in blood,
say The ancient, grey wizard paused where he stood.
Mumbling to himself, lost in thoughts of his past,
say Still prideful and arrogant, though his leg's in need of a cast.
He knew not where he went, nor did he know why,
But one thing he did know, he knew he was sly.

Step, wince, pause, breathe. Step, wince, pause, breathe.

Trotting down the old east road, stirring dirt and dust,
A noble knight on his horse, shining armor free from rust,
Slowed his steed to a walk as the wizard raised an arm,
"Come here, good knight. Good knight, come here! I can do no harm,
I am but a frail, old man, battered, bruised and weak,
Bandits robbed me of my gold, asylum I do seek!"
But in the darkness of his mind the wizard had a plan,
To come in contact with the knight and steal strength from the man!
And so he approached, the wizard did, a glint in his cold black eye,
Reaching the horse he breathed relief, and rested against the mount's thigh.
Too late it was he realized that a dagger in his cloak,
Was set askew from his fall, and into the horse it did poke!
Neighing in a panic, nostrils flaired, eyes open wide,
The horse took off in a fit of rage, with it's owner it did ride!
But empty handed they did not leave, for the cloak had caught a snag,
On the horses saddle, the wizard's cloak fluttered like a rag.
Naked as the day he was born, the wizard stood aghast,
Trembled in rage and anger, his sanity would not last.

Step, wince, shiver, breathe. Step, wince, shiver, breathe.

Stumbling along the open road, against cold he would fend, beard whipped in the wind,
The grey wizard's mind in a bend.
Mumbling to himself, lost in thoughts of his past,
Still prideful and arrogant, though bare on his ass.
He knew not where he travelled to, nor did he know why,
But one thing he did know, he knew he was sly.


Oh, but he was devious, that crazy, naked, old man,
Despite all his previous failures, he had a fool-proof plan.
He'd gather all the dupes and fools from the Empire and the Tower,
Conspire in a magic cave, in his foolish search for power.
And so masterminded the creation of the Scion Cabal,
And created an infamous laughing stock, the biggest joke of all.