In 2012 we will elect a Wizard to lead us; perhaps the same Wizard we have now, perhaps a different Wizard, but a Wizard we will elect, in the belief that the Wizard will cure all ills and solve all besetments. The Wizard will gaze wistfully at the stars, and wonder why they do not speak to him.

 

 

Against the dark forbidding sky

Competing with the distant stars

The flick’ring yellow tower light

Aligns with red ascendant Mars

The Wizard, lonely and unseen

Is hard at work, his spells uncast

While in the tower minions toil

To craft new versions of the past

The Wizard takes no company

His life is hard, his pleasures few

He sits alone in tower high

Entranced by his own brilliant view

Unseen by those inside the walls

Unfelt the tremors grow apace

Until the tower stone by stone

Disintegrates, and in its place

Another tower climbs the sky

Another treads the cold stone stair

To gaze at stars beyond his grasp

And never know they do not care

 

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