I am the wizard;
I cast my spells,
fighting through castles and dungeon cells.
My sword choice is heavy
My armor choice, plate,
Unless as a thief I slip in through the gates.
I take to the skies,
Searching far reaching space,
Encountering alien race after race.
My gun stays full-loaded
As I snap a clip in.
Burst after burst quelled the demon of sin.
My monsters are they
who fight at my command,
Five stay at my belt while one rests in my hand.
The hero of all
Who will save all the land
Powers down and turns out to be thoroughly bland.
I works 6 to 6
Tuck my child in bed
But laying down, fantasy rules in my head.
This responsible man
Never means to be rude,
While my sighing wife knows that the wizard needs food
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