Wisdom Hall

I came upon an old house ,

They called Wisdom Hall

Tattered old shutters, broken glass.

The age, no one knew at all.



For a young thrill seeker

with adventure in mind

I opened up the door

There were cobwebs on the ceiling

and dust all over the floor



In Wisdom hall, Wisdom Hall
The secrets that you keep inside
Makes a young boy dream
Can make a young boy wise

So up the stairs and though the rooms

For treasure I would seek.

But the spirit in white was one thing

I never thought I 'd meet.



He said to me, boy

Now don't you be afraid

It's destiny thats brought you here

The decision has long been made.

In Wisdom Hall, Wisdom Hall
The secrets that you keep inside
Makes a young boy dream
Can make a young boy wise


Then he handed me a book of black.

The pages satin gold,

you know you are a Warlock's son

There’s magic that you hold



So read the writing well

Listen to the ancient call.

Then you'll know the secret

The Secret of Wisdom Hall

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Beavis's picture

This is really good and has

This is really good and has me hooked. Are you interested in revisited the poem? It' good as is, but it may be that if you spend time with it, the "spirit" may inspire even more, to all our delight!

onelilartist's picture

Wow! What a twist of an ending. If you like story poems, read my "Hurrah for you, General Grant!" And don't get mad cause I live in Georgia too and am a rebel through and through. LOL It was a challenge from another poet. I'm glad you're joining us. Keep posting.
Jessica