[ WP ] The worst thing a wizard can do is sleep-talk .

I once knew a wizard, he would talk in his sleep 
 He may not look the part, but his wisdom was deep 
 I was raised with this wizard, a friend not to cheat 
 Sprawled cross my couch, he really was sweet 
 
 If it's background you want, you best not look here 
 For we share more stories than would fit in ten years 
 I look up to this wizard, and the power he has 
 Never to be used, for good or for bad 
 
 What is a wizard without wand, that is lacking of robe 
 That can not cast spells, and is not a toad? 
 Well he is just a human, like you, and others I guess 
 Nothing makes him a wizard, but he is nothing less 
 
 This wizard and I once shared the same roof 
 Under we played, we sang and we goofed 
 Where things went wrong, who's really to say 
 Even the wisest of wizards may be led astray 
 
 Death need not come, for a life to be taken 
 Potions and remedies would be that pigs bacon 
 Two souls in this struggle that so often would fall 
 Susceptible to sorcery, no matter how morally tall 
 
 When I trace our steps backward I come to a halt 
 This adventure was my plan, is this all my fault? 
 No harm has come, but this pain has such force 
 Did I lead this innocent wizard along the wrong course? 
 
 Drywall covered wood, between us, it's night 
 Silence ensues, I tear up, he rests light 
 Why might it be bad for this wizard to speak in his sleep? 
 Because my wizard sleep talks his thoughts about me. 
 
 

