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Deep through forests, a wizard makes his pace

Searching for ingredients to immortalize his race

To craft a brew, one of which he'll share with few

Laughing at the gods, mortality disgraced

He slinks through shadows in the pits of caverns deep

In the belly of a mountain, where the Goblins creep

Casting spells where unholy demons dwell

Searing, freezing, arcane tricks, death has come to reap

He's conjuring flame to vanquish his foes

Scrying into planes and unearthly realms

Tearing through notes in pursuit of his goals

Peering down orbs into blasphemous hells

Spiraling up the staircase, the wizard now ascends

Retrieving mystic glassware, his work begins again

Crushing, mixing, stirring, pouring, drinking all around

Concocting a potion, to death no longer bound!

Crossing the dunes, burning white sands

A valley of bones in his wake

Calimport lies, a den of deceit

Siphoning blood and the venom of snakes

Wading through slime, trudging through muck

The mage, exhuming their graves

Catacombs rot, plague-ridden ghouls

Extracting their tongues with the tip of his blade

Orcish teeth, Kobold feet, Goblin nails, Dragon scales

Wyvern stings, Harpy wings, Gorgon eyes, swarming flies

Golem flesh, oozing mesh, Griffon tails, Banshee wails

Ogre lungs, Mimic tongues, Lich's breath, a pinch of death