John Mayze & The Angelic Twins

John Mayze is a wizard,

and this is how we know it;

He drinks a powerful potion in the afternoon,

and barely does he show it –

Him and his twins,

the angels of course we know;

All together, they sing in cheer,

heard from high and low –

He casts a spell and brews this brew,

working all the time;

The twins they help with the work indeed,

this time they’ll need a lime –

John takes the lime, his hand all swift,

he surely knows the remedy;

The angels look and stare in awe,

he works fluid, in melody –

Though the task at hand will not be easy,

John is ne’er daunted nor fazed;

The angels know his work is gold,

for this is the a-famed John Mayze! –

The job is now, to create a portal,

from this world to the next;

This will be fun, this will be bright,

the devils will wish for a hex –

O’ why make a portal?

Don’t be silly, don’t be daft!

This portal will bring them many treasures,

To new worlds at the hand’s craft —

He takes the lime, he takes some legs,

that of which are from a frog;

he takes some bark off a tree,

that of which was from a log –

He adds some purple powder,

from a magical spruce of course;

he takes some lead, even some bread,

and a single hair from a horse –

And now onto the barn owl;

the beak is what he’ll use,

for this is where the owl speaks,

and calls out its wondrous “who’s” —

John begins to mix and stir,

the angels bring the final piece;

they present the foot of a wild hare,

this shall point the portal East –

The concoction is done,

and the next move is ready;

the angels are in glee,

yet John’s hand is steady –

He pours the mixture into a bowl,

and before their very eyes;

springs up a mighty orange spiral,

for this is true, it could not be lies! –

The angels sing, and the angels dance,

boisterous of their way;

yet Mr. Mayze notices something funny,

the portal is turning grey –

Grey you say? It could not be!

The potion was just nearly right;

though it was faulty, the master was wrong,

the magics’ been turned from the light –

From the other side of the portal,

climb three ugly ogres in green;

they're snarling and biting,

looking brutish and mean –

They run at the wizard full throttle,

the first angel jumps forth,

the ogre rams the angel,

and the angel now lays on the floor –

The second angel blows some magic dust,

quickly and forthright;

the two ogres drop to their knees,

no longer looking for a fight –

The third ogre throws a spear,

quickly and quite fierce,

the angel is right in the way,

and unfortunately is pierced –

The two angels lay on the floor,

bloodied and quietly still;

the wizard stands in shock,

at the bloody disastrous deal –

The third ogre, heaving heavily,

still just as mad,

runs at John blazing,

So John grabs an iron clad —

One swing of the tool,

and the bestial ogre falls;

now a great booming thud,

reverberates through the halls —

All is silent, all is still,

the commotion has ended surely;

the only sound anyone could hear,

was the sound of John’s lonely —

The wizard drops to the floor,

hands over his face,

this is never what John wanted,

not for the wizard John Mayze –

The angels have now passed,

this terribly so,

and the wizard is now in tears,

the magic been a sin for show –