Fine parchment inscribed
with ancient magic spells lies
on the wizard’s desk.
Mystical potions
in jewel-colored bottles
line up in columns.
Scrolls arranged on shelves
take up space, leaving little
room for other things.
In a dark corner,
a tiny dragon perches
on an antique trunk.
His golden scales gleam
in candlelight as sapphire
eyes gaze, unblinking.
The wizard writes spells
with a griffin feather and
a vial of fairy ink.
Letters shimmer and
vanish into the parchment.
A red candle glows.
I believe there's a hero in all of us that keeps us honest, gives us strength, makes us noble, and finally allows us to die with pride, even though sometimes we have to be steady and give up the thing we want the most. Even our dreams. -- Aunt May, Spider-Man 2
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