Rhyming Poetry

The wizard was majestic,

as he stood upon the stone.

He looked out on his kingdom,

and all that he did own.

His robe just flowed around,

and lay there at his feet.

His eyes, they glowed like fire,

and yet, they were so sweet.

His hair was long and white,

It billowed in the breeze.

He knew he was a Master,

could do just as he pleased!

He raised his arms and yelled out,

his power was so swift.

He called upon the forces,

to give him this one gift!

For all his might and force,

He only lacked one thing.

Someone to share it with him.

This lonely Lord Of the Ring.

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