A greedy teen met an early end
In the sleepy town of Riverbend
Its ancient charm had a darker lore
Of a Wizard never seen outdoors
Deep in the woods, beyond the tracks
Sat his dark thatched hut…with a quiet quack
Behind the hut was a lavish pond
For his golden duck with a sacred bond
Thieves once tried to steal his duck
But all that remained was their bloodied truck
Unbothered by these silly tales
The teen was brash and quite detailed
He practiced nightly, with an eerie flare
Then packed a bag and a wire snare
The hut was dark, the pond was still
He snatched the duck by it’s shiny bill
As he shoved the duck into a sack
A shadow appeared in the window crack
The wizard’s wand was glowing bright
As he fired a spell with blinding light
“Grow big, grow fierce, and show who’s weaker”
..And all that was left
was the sole of his
sneaker