Are you fancied in magic?
Don’t bee it’s only tragic.

Let me show you.
Choose a spell.
Some words it’s hardly to tell.

Bring up the staff.
Give me my cloak.

This isn’t right.
I know it’s bad.
What is it? Have I bin mad?



I am a wizard, in evil control.
I am a wizard, in bad hands.

This is my punishment, my destiny.
For you am I your fantasy.

Who am I? I’m the darkness.
What has made it? My weakness.



Now I wave my staff in the air.
Why just me it isn’t fair.

I am saying the spell very loudly.
And suddenly it’s getting cloudy.

It’s the power from under ground.
The master talks with a strangely noise.

He is saying “destroy”
The truth is I want to enjoy.