The fat tall Wizard of the tall Tower

A short story, writen in Poem. Fantasy, Fiction.

Once there was a fat tall wizard,

that lived up on a tall tower,

outside raged a furious blizzard,

the wizard looked upon the hour.

 

Where is my meat!?

How can a wizard cast a spell,

if it doesn't eat!?

Where is Frederick?

I'll send that imbecile to hell, I will,

if he doesn't bring me my fill!

 

The wizard heard something, perhaps,

the sound of light steps.

What's this tingling sensation I feel,

could that be Frederick, with my meal?

 

Here I come master, here I come,

bringing meat and bone,

eat now and have your fill,

eat plenty, strengthen your will.

 

The wizard looked upon the meat,

and then upon Frederick,

I shall have all of it,

because I am feeling a bit sick.

 

The wizard opened his mouth,

and filled his gut,

Now I want wine on my cup!

Frederick, fill it up!

 

There you go master, there you go,

roseberry wine won't make you slow,

these roseberries were plucked by a crow

and then his head was plucked by the arrow from a bow.

 

Ah... Frederick, you sleazy b*****d,

bring me at once my mustard,

this meat hasn't much flavor

and I condemn your behaviour.

 

Pardon me master, pardon me,

you know I live only to serve thee,

let it be written under the stars,

no greater master than the wizard Klars.

 

Enough Frederick, with your drooling!

Have the minions paid? How is my ruling?

All goes well master, all goes well,

They pay and not a harsh word to tell,

unless they find themselves in hell!

 

That does please me Frederick,

As much as this meat,

keep those fools under my foot,

and for me, plenty of riches and loot!

 

Yes master, your greed knows no other,

ever since you've slain Balthazar, your brother,

you now rule upon all the land,

and all the peasants are at your hand!

 

Is that supposed to be a smart remark?

How do you think, I've grown this fat!

All shall go into my belly,

even the village virgin, fair Mary.

 

Master, you must not!

Mary is not meat, for your pot!

Have some bread from the finest flour,

and sleep, for morning rushes upon the hour!

 

Yes, Frederick I shall eat,

then I shall have a sit,

and I shall sleep,

for I am feeling a bit weak.

 

The morning rushes upon the hour,

and soon the mad wizard will feel my power,

For I have done as the witch said,

and there are sorrows to be paid, so sad!

 

She told me this, the mad hag,

go and fill your bag,

fill it with ogre's meat,

and feed it to the fat wizard to eat.

 

And so Frederick did, he ate it all,

and now comes quickening his fall,

for all his meat and bone,

when morning comes,

shall turn to stone!

 

Morning has come,

the spell is done,

the apprentice is now the master,

and the master is alabaster.

 

Frederick is free!

Frederick is happy!

The mad wizard is gone!

All of him, turned to stone!

 

Frederick is free at once,

and now thinks about romance.

Ah, fair Mary,

Would she marry one like me?

 

But that's another story,

for another day.

This is what I say...

Beware children,

of greed and gluttony.

For they will definitely,

in your end, be very happy

to eat all of thee.

Just like the fat tall wizard,

of this story, as you can all,

well… see.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

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Short story - Poem - Fantasy