Voyage of the enhancement

In a town of shadows and silent sighs,
Lived a man with weary eyes.
Lost in life, he wandered alone,
A heart of stone, a mind forlorn.

Through cobbled streets and alleys dark,
He roamed, devoid of hope’s bright spark.
Until one eve, by moon’s soft light,
He met a figure, cloaked in night.

A witch she was, with eyes that gleamed,
A presence strange, as if from dreams.
“Why do you wander, soul so lost?
What path have you, what lines been crossed?”

“I seek no more,” the man replied,
“For life’s a sea, so vast, so wide.
Its waves have tossed me to and fro,
No anchor found, no place to go.”

With knowing smile, the witch then spoke,
“Set sail with me, your spirit invoke.
In arts arcane, your soul shall mend,
On winds of magic, we shall ascend.”

He took her hand, though fear did grip,
Embarking on this mystic trip.
She taught him spells of earth and sky,
And secrets hid from mortal eye.

With herbs and chants, he learned to weave,
The magic threads of which to cleave.
Through moonlit nights and dawn’s first gleam,
He sailed the seas of dreams unseen.

He brewed potions in cauldrons deep,
And summoned visions from his sleep.
The art of witchcraft filled his soul,
A newfound purpose, making whole.

He conjured storms and calmed the seas,
Commanded winds with whispered pleas.
The power surged within his veins,
He shed his past, broke all his chains.

But as he soared on wings of night,
A longing grew, a yearning light.
To heal the world with newfound skill,
To use his craft for greater will.

He healed the sick, he eased the pain,
With magic’s touch, with nature’s reign.
No longer lost, his path made clear,
He sailed through life without a fear.

The man who once had wandered lost,
With witch’s aid, had paid the cost.
In art of witchcraft, found his way,
And sailed on seas till end of day.

In towns and fields, his legend grew,
The man who changed with midnight’s dew.
A tale of magic, hope, and lore,
Of finding self forevermore.