The bitterness defeats his feeble frame,
A frame that magic no more can protect,
For days have passed and strength is not the same;
And what remains is fading intellect.
His wrinkled skin distorts his energy,
And magic leaves his hands in weak arrays;
No more the master of his druid clergy,
His focus lost direction fades away.
But one more evil threatens those he knows
And in his shriveled state he starts to fight,
Though knowing he’d receive his final blows,
Battling one last time through day and night
Though weakened, his wise ways help him to win
Yet grants his death to counter evil’s grim
J. Abram Barneck.
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Revised: 10 Oct 2004 17:37:44 -0700.