The Wizard of Zebulon
A Poem
The tower stands - isolated,
In a gloomy glade
Its peak - reaching,
Disappearing into the fog
A dilapidated cobblestone path,
The only road, to or from
the looming stone giant,
Is marked by one sign,
Which leads to the gates,
Of the mystic realm of Zebulon
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On the throne of Zebulon,
Sits a wayward, wicked, wizard
Powerful, despite his blindness
- cruel, cunning, callous
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The peoples of Zebulon
Spoke in hushed tones
Whisperings of rebellion - sedition
They were all crushed - silenced
None could out plan
The magnificently malevolent monarch
He may be blind
But he hears - everything
The people might stand a chance,
If only they weren’t illiterate
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A Note From the Author:
I'd like to thank the city of Zebulon, Georgia, whose incredibly wonderful name I appropriated for this poem. I'd like to reassure my readers, that this work is in no way a reflection of my feelings towards the people of Zebulon, or my feelings towards their local "Freddy's", which had no ketchup, whatsoever, when we stopped there for lunch. Thank you!
About the Creator
James Albert
Hoping to share my love of poetry and find a unique voice among the cacophony. Some dark humor, a little adventure, a little irony, mostly strange. Please comment if you like something... or if you don't. `V(^c^)V`
''linguistically adequate"
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