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George, the Orc Barista: Jazzy Wizard
The stage light illuminated a wizard with a long, flowing beard and a slightly singed hat, who was sitting by a grand piano. A soft jazzy tune started, with the bass plucking a sultry rhythm and a saxophone wailing softly in the background. The wizard began to sing.
Verse 1:
Midnight moon, and a spell I crooned,
Thought I had the magic, thought I was attuned.
But the stars above, they played their part,
Now I’m here, with a broken heart.
Chorus:
Bewitched, bewildered, my magic astray,
Thought I had the rhythm, but I lost my way.
That spell I cast, oh, how it did sway,
Now I’ve got these blues that won’t go away.
Verse 2:
Tried to conjure love, with a flick of my wrist,
But instead of a kiss, I got a twist.
The potion I brewed, it bubbled and hissed,
Now I’m here, in a jazzy abyss.
The saxophone solo is a mournful cry, echoing the wizard’s sorrowful sigh. Each note tells a tale, of a spell gone awry, and of dreams that fly, and hopes that die. The wizard began to sing again.