Do not be afraid
Step into my realm
My bark maybe
Worse than my bite
Here wishes are granted
On a whim
To peasant and farmer
And possibly a queen
Magic runs free
On the prompt of a child
Fireworks glow brightly
In the darkest of nights
Dreams can come true
If you smile just right
With sparkling desire
Just be careful
Choose wisely
Once granted
I cannot return
With sparkling desire
Just be careful
Choose wisely
Once granted
I cannot return
Nice one Robert
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I always wanted to be a witch/wizard, which (!) is why I enjoyed your poem, Robert. I love the lines:
ReplyDelete'Magic runs free
On the prompt of a child'.
oh the dark wizard grants wishes on a whim?
ReplyDeleteI love the lines "magic runs free on the prompt of a child" - and I really like the ending, it speaks of the traditional "fairy tale" flip side - be careful for your wishes, .... has this sort of "magic in a bottle" feel
Wish related things are always a tricky proposition. Forethought is strongly advised.
ReplyDeleteA wizard sounds great for me to... or a maybe a minor god
ReplyDeleteO! Dear Wizard...I wish...hmmm..Have to think very carefully about this one.
ReplyDeleteSounds like a great job to me!
ReplyDeleteCool Job pick, Robert. I love,
ReplyDelete'Magic runs free
On the prompt of a child'.
Are you saying you will grant just one? Enjoyed your write.
ReplyDeleteOh, can you grant me a train ride? Smiles.
ReplyDeleteCool write! :)
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